Tea TimeA Poem by rubieTea
Time Dark
amber tea in a glass, neither
half full nor half empty, He
smiles, raises
the column to his lips, holding
the thick base in slim fingers. He
sips like a wine taster, drawing
breath over the tea’s shoulder, sucking
Constant Comment through his teeth, almost
imperceptibly nibbling each sip, invisibly
swallowing. His
head tips back, the
tumbler bottom a Cyclops' monocle. He
lowers the empty glass to
the warped wooden table, micro-maneuvering
the base into
the dark, dry ring. It
knows where it belongs. It
just doesn’t know where it is. He
kisses his white napkin, as if
it were a prayer shawl smiles
enigmatically, and murmurs, Chew one hundred times, Write
one hundred prayers. © 2013 rubieReviews
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