Raspberry Leaf Tea
The more spines I swallow.
The more rattled it goes.
Tea leaves behind smells.
Like broken pianos.
Raspberry leaf tea.
And someone giving a bike for free.
The more miles I ride?
The less taste there is cried.
Raspberry leaf tea.
Unreal as…
The musical key of a pencil tapping.
Or clouds being pointless.
Crumpled up.
The rule is you have to eat them.
Steeped and harmless.
A taste.
Raspberry leaf tea.
Is good but might be sour.
Horrible whiffs of steam and indescribable.
A little honey too.
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