Somewhere in the tea bag is the tea leaf that she picked
from the bush under the tree which cast shade in the sun
and her tiny hands pulled it from the plant
and now it's in hot water
brimming on the cup the edge of which
is almost about to steam
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...