There Was a Time
There is a minuscule fly or gnat
in my clear cup of jasmine tea,
just a small dot floating
upon its fragrant surface.
I try to remove it with a finger tip
but it slips away.
There was a time, when in need,
I would gulp down
muddied, lava infested river water.
That was then,
now there's a tiny fly or gnat in my cup
and I must, in mild disgust,
throw the tea away.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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