steam rises in a flurry as I drench the loose tea
the leaves dance and I realize the bygone civility
across the table she sits, patient and reserved
two people and a teapot, so very alike
heat making the tea surrender its flavor
its essence, delicate as a conversation
with a little warmth she opens up
unfurling like tea leaves, suddenly vast
and deep as Earl Grey on my tongue
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