Green tea over ice

In a mostly unsuccessful effort to fill my long summer days with purpose, I have once again returned to writing poetry.  Please enjoy, friends.

Green tea over ice.

Headphones in, 

Listening to nothing. 

The words don’t flow outward

When words fly inward. 

Flip the switch.

Cut off the intake. 

Storehouses full,

My cup runneth over.

One sips, two sips.

Green sips, blue lips. 

The words don’t flow outward

When words freeze over. 

Crank the thermostat to 95. 

Wait for the thaw of spring

And the melt of summer. 

Glaciers turned rivers,

Rivers turned seas. 

Filtered,

Distilled,

Steeped. 
Green tea over ice.