• Gary Hunter

Cup of Tea - May 20. 2022

last dip of the tea ball

the steam-snake strikes my face

the smell of morning promises

afternoon disappointments


gazing in the dark water

sighs and chuckles

swim to the surface

then disappear in the depths


one memory sweetens one sip

a call from an old friend

and I replay it with another

long cautious swallow

so nice to hold time in

the crook of a finger

and a moment on

the back of your tongue

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