A Steaming Cup of Red-Bush Tea

16 Apr
.. was the day
of a steaming cup of
Rooibos Tea ... sipping
saw the iced cloud
mist rise looming frozen
warmed me into it too
like dwarfing ocean fantasy
...was the encouraging day, though 
pain sat on another brow--
thought about how to take
pieces of eight from it
not just hour-for-a-buck blindness
but to see, and become sight
in this day of all now
... was the day turned off
the spigot of networked uniformity
so to notice a homely 
winter evergreen tree, more than gorgeous
in cold December slush
... must turn off, to turn on
of what is, and was
this day sipping
Rooibos tea

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Posted by on April 16, 2021 in Poetry


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