the feeling when
you are just finishing your
final cup of tea
what the universe delved out
i was not listening
and i was drowning
she speaks
something more important and sweet
than the screen before me
or the clock driving me
she has warm steam
she has tender hands
she companions me
this final cup of sunny tea
to the first step
under stunning trees
or the fast awakening
child in me
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