Who takes tea?
Tea is taken by
ladies in enormous hats
who cut the crusts from sandwiches
and speak of civic renovation.
Tea is taken by
little girls with lacy socks
around small tables
pouring cups of air.
Tea is taken by
lonely writers
dreaming of Heathcliff
sitting before a
blank screen.
Tea is taken by
lovelorn souls
holding the kettle
as tears fall into the cup.
Tea is taken by
lovers young and old
lying in bed
reading the paper.
Tea is taken by
those who grasp
the alchemy
of leaves and water,
the resurrection of power
long gone dry.