No-tea Break

In chiming silence
    the flapping of plaza people
    the echoes of child laughing
    the Midas parasols against
                                   soft grey heaven
    speedwalking nun's
                           cape catches breeze:
                           Red Baroness.

    Flex bone.
    Bide breath.
    Step another string of beads

                           until gong shivers,
                           to drain us back.