The Tea

The tea will not keep.
It cannot, actually.
Instead it will disintegrate,
dissolve, disappear.
It can no longer bother
with indifference, rude chatter
and the isolation that only
being a sole tea bag in a huge,
boiling cup can bring.
The tea ponders its future
seeing no viable options.
It is done, it sighs
and bids the world good-bye.

-Heather Strang

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