chestnut tea

i like to drink a cup of tea

because i drink it splendidly

before i take a little walk

in the park where puddings talk

beneath the sky that's high and wide

where wondering clouds cannot hide

from the birds who wheel and thread

across the sky within my head

whereupon a tree i see

a chestnut tree that looks at me

with a sea of lazy leaves

singing leaves in the breeze

making notions come to me

in a motion suddenly

that when the sky turns in the air

it makes my shoes go over there

along a zig and zagging street

the street where time and people meet

sometimes with a cup of tea

in a garden up a tree