when the weather was dank and dreary.

When the weather was dank and dreary

I would take an elusive bus to a different square

Buy an import magazine then wait in line at the tea shop.

I would run my finger up and down the list of hundreds of teas

Always choosing the same.

Squeezing in next to a steaming wool coat facing the front window

I’d drink my tea as slow as I could

Watching the traffic through the condensation.

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