We Drink the Tea
we submerge our notion
of eternity into a steaming kettle
the whistle charges through the house
like a preposterous bull in a rodeo
we strain the vitality of forever
from forest foliage tinted in shiny emerald splendor
the aroma of tart acidic, loose leaf entices the senses
we inhale paradise…
pour the contents into a stainless saucer
under the veil of an autonomous,
limitless, well-traveled gravel road
we drink nestled in eternity’s bosom
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