Change

The aged tea tastes the same
today as yesterday – with a squeeze
of honey. But the tulips
now, those are bit more wilted.

More open, yes, but drooping,
the fresh clear water of last
week grown murky. Slimy.

I am older, happier, sadder, fatter
than this time last year. And
the day broke cold and rainy
this morning. But
the tea tastes the same.

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