A china cup what a delicate thing placed in a cabinet when new
though it collects dust once respect is overdue.

But then, the smart-set turned up to invade our lives
clattering on about would be husbands and wives.

Like butterflies they flitted amongst moments on
a wet afternoon never caring that the sun had gone.

By the lillie pond, below an empty sky, you could feel
absorbent tablecloths tugging our vision.

At a steady pace tea was sipped softening the
ebb and flow of slower seas.