A water bottle;
covered with tropical fronds;
autumn in Woy Woy.
On the highest shelf;
behind new kitchenware; sits
the blue jug we made.
Cumin and nutmeg;
mustard seed and paprika;
all spices are here.
Hemp tea leaves to soothe;
all the cares of the world;
and put me to sleep
Tiny moorish tiles;
- bright painted and patterned - hold;
my thoughts to the fridge.
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