"Now I Drink Tea"
Greg Budig 2022
It wasn't a favorite…
Boxes of green tea found
Abandoned in a cluttered spice
Cabinet in the kitchen.
I can't throw anything away.
It tasted like grass…
But I am mulish.
My cup runneth over with
Germanic pride.
Scalding water drowns the
Little paper bags.
Feeling genteel,
Burning my lips
I persisted.
I now drink tea.
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