The steam had a lunging smell
I felt the urge coming from my throat
to touch the hot humid breath
Yes there would be tea soon
Heated water would bath the little bag
I would wear a silly grin
Today it was tea for one
Tomorrow tea for two or even three
With the kind of steam I go giddy for
But today the steam is under control
The water is boiling and talking about itself
I listen I let it's voice announce the morning
Soon clarity of the day fill the kitchen
The kettle boils for just one person
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