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HOT MIRACLE
I took the teabag from my cup
A truly miraculous thing to do
The water I brought to a boil is the life blood of this planet
The microwave that heated the water
Has tamed electricity like the Wizard at the top
Of Bald Mountain
The Pyrex cup, liquid glass poured into a mold
That fragile glass cup made its way without breaking
Over hill and dale, sea and channel
To my hand
The teabag, filled with leaves grown on some far distant sunny hill
Harvested by people speaking a language I do not understand
The titanic forces of nature, the cooperation of nations
Come together in my house, my kitchen
Where I am able to ask the Universe for a cup of tea
And have one, steaming and restoring, in a few minutes.
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