Tea Poem by Bill Pocklington

Tea

My sweetness is gone.
Still, complexity remains.
I sit and enjoy.
Seeing beauty there just now.
A complex culture.

My Winter ferment.
More came out than I put in.
'Drink your kombucha.'

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God showed Ezekiel wheels within wheels.
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