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2003-02-17 18:54:05 (UTC)

Poem-Drinking tea 12/4/2002


I shiver in the cold air
slowly making my way


to the warm kitchen,


the warm haven of my house


and turn on the burner


under the kettle.

As the water heats,


slowly I warm my hands


over the stove.

I turn around and pull a mug from


the cupboard behind me.


I reach for a teabag, carefully discarding


the paper wrapper.

When the water is hot


I pour the bubbly steaming water


in the mug.

I carry the mug back upstairs


carefully--


not spilling a drop.


And as I sit in my chair,


I warm my hands on the


hot steam rising.


But I do not taste.

I patiently wait for


it to steep.


When it has been long enough,


I cautiously sip


the hot potent brew.

~Salem


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