Thoughts

I forgot to drink the tea.

It sat there out of mind,

While i searched for meaning and love,

roving hearts and grey crows.

I scratched around for ideas,

Jumping beans and crickets

In the grass all around me.

Scowling with intent

I chased all the rabbits away

down hillside holes and returned.

There was the tea, tepid,

Waiting for me.

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