What’s on the table, this wet Saturday
morning? (we are in The Tunnels of Time)
A bonsai tree in need of a trim.
A half broken Buddha butter dish.
A pair of open scissors and a strip of
heavy brown paper recently separated from a packet of coffee.
Two pencils, crossed, a pair of glasses and
a glasses case, empty and not a relation of the former.
A way down burnt candle in a glass.
A bowl of brown sugar.
An opened, un-attended letter.
An empty bottle of Perrier.
A tea spoon.
A box of matches.
A watch, awaiting repairs to the strap-
some glue will suffice.
An egg timer, a sea shell and some Bach
remedy.
A jar of pepper, not a pot.
A
fruit bowl, awash with apples and the last two dates.
Someone’s wallet, someone’s cheque book.
My laptop.
Me.
Oh..............and a harmonica.
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