Waiting for Tea to Cool - June 8, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jun 7, 2025
1 min read

the worst time to write a poem

is after arguing with the electric

company about your bill, trying

to change a wrongly ordered

size of carpet or gluing a

rubber toe back on a sneaker

three plus phone hours, plus

two dropped calls and redials,

my left-brain stumbles

through these challenges

a good ending here

must wait till I settle down

boiling water on mint leaves

must cool with sugar and ice

added, before lips can take a sip

only then will

the day taste the way

you dreamed it would

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