Reunion

[Bronte]

Second pots of tea
sit heavier than first

in cups so porcelain, the handles
try to break,

untouched. We ran out of news
as water boiled, now

the taste won't leave.
A bitter leaf

has found my tongue
and shed a seed,

swelling without
a drop of sun to grow.

I just cant drink tea from anything but good bone china. But I am intrigued with the idea of the weight increasing 2nd serves around. Bronte must investigate further !!

yes I do get it . the silent pause -- but I like that idea of breaking wrists and smashing cups.. NOT mine but!!
anyhoo! I was not bored in the musing . I do go on I know!! bear with me. I do shut up in the end~~ bronte~~ there, I'm done!