I got home feeling so very tired.
I boiled some water to make tea.
The tea bag hung in a glass.
Hot water put off steam.
Time gnawed the edges.
In the water,
tendrils of
crimson
fall.
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Another fabulous and moving nonet!
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2018.03.22 at 20:31