In the heart of brown and green,
I landed my cruise. It’s not summers yet
but the silver burns. Among the
tea gardens, my noodle hat straightened under my
rosy scarf, rosy shirt, neon-laced shoes. Among,
kids of darker shades, smiles—in the tea gardens.
Blue skies, fluffy clouds, could spare some wool,
green leaves, tea leaves, traversed. I ask,
the ground beneath, the props on me,
will you fancy a photograph? Just you and me?
I smile, a slightly curved smile, like
chopped lamb trotters—in the tea gardens.
A click and they start screaming, how do I look?
each one asks. I am greener than that, you daft!
I won’t take for my rosiness compromised!
A noodle was sticking out, damn you!
All unsatisfied—in the tea gardens.