Monday, January 16, 2012

On-wards into the mug of tea

the tea leaves open in the water
and allow to be immersed
they don't coerce 
they coexist
and especially with my taste for stillness
and also with my deep yearning for warmth
they work
but when it is change i seek
the ones, once the cup is dry,
at the bottom
tell me past, present, future
but not how to do it
and after that, more cupfuls seem colder, and i 
put less effort into heating the water
so they just sit and keep the water bleached clean and clear
and it hurts that i can't find the warmth again

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