With a splash
That leaf laden infuser
Sinks down
With a clink
As more and more colours
Seep out with each blink

Under a haze of rising steam
That water becomes something
Truly supreme
It turns onto tea
To quote Aristotle on virtue
It is the best path to take, truly the mean

And I mean,
It tastes great
One of the great conspiracies of fate
To make this thing
So enjoyable
And delicious

It goes well with any view
And does some nice things
Inside of you
It’s worst consequence
An extra trip
To the loo

That cup is now empty
Layers of stain
Mark your sip by sip time line
I suggest to you
A good tea can be
As fine as wine


Dave James Horn ©


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