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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– Much love, Esha