SUN TEA


It wasn't tik tok
this time
but a memory.

A million moments 
ago
in Portland, WA.

A boy's
porch -
a strange 
custom.

Sun tea !

The sun
compelled me
to remember
the memory.

The sun
asked me
to cut
the lemon.

The sun
turned 
the tap 
for the water.

Orange peako
tea bags
followed
suit.

They steeped,
on the counter -
in the sunshine.

SUN TEA
merrily
made from
a memory.

 

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