Second Steep
by clippedtrust
· 25/12/2025
Published 25/12/2025 18:18
The grey bag hangs.
No vigor left.
A ghost of its first cup,
now bereft.
Fibers part, release
a faint, warm tint.
A compromise brew,
a quiet hint.
It offers what it can.
Thin, pale steam.
Less ritual, more
a fading dream.