Poetry Tuesday: Aged Earl Grey

by Therresa Kennedy

We had no money, so we asked for the free cup of hot water,
Water for the tea, the ‘aged’ Earl Grey in my pocket.
After we had sipped the grey-gold liquid, we stopped being angry,
We stopped the looks, the stares, the accusations, we stopped
And just sat, smelling the tea and our empty wallets seemed
To condemn us a little less.

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