Tea
A steaming kettle
About to explode
A moment passes by
A high shriek
Pierces the air
As you rush to turn it off
A boiling bubble arose
And POP there it goes
A sweet fragrance in the air, now
A pot of boiling sweet
A mug of steaming water
A sip
A gasp
A thump on the table
Too hot
A tiny splash
As one tiny drop
Lands
On the counter
A steaming drop of hope
Cooled down so fast.
Sweet, sticky, honey
Settles on the bottom
And when you finish
You lick your fingertips
And walk away
From the world
(2012)
