ORGANIC CHAI
The spices weren’t as strong
As I remember them being.
I imagine that the dryness
Of the teabag faded
What they might have been
While fresh, new leaves.
But the hint of a memory,
Of a moment was sufficient
And I took what solace
There was possible
In faint recollections
Now less pictures than ideas
Of what transpired,
Changed my life forever.
So true. Chai in a teabag is just, not the same.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I may have to reexamine my whole tea adventure. A teamaker might be nice.
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