she sat in a velor chair embroidery
sprawled upon it's arms
with gypsy sprung hair
trinkets of gold
hang from her ears
and around her
wrinkled neck.

she beckons me with bony
fingers drowned in silver
she pours tea into cups
I drain it's strong flavour
tiny leaves stick
in between my teeth.

an empty cup remains
full of residue
the future pictured
within the cup's delicacy.