Teacup

I look out the window and see
you drinking down the stirrup-cup
standing there by the open gate.

And your shining-coat, smooth-gaited
horse fidgets at the sound of the sea
that echoes in my hollow-cupped

hands wrapped round a cooling teacup
as you ride away through the gate
down the lane that leads to the sea.

See the loving-cup spilled at the gate.

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