Apocalypse Tea
the world could be ending-
ash falling from a sulfurous sky,
colossal monsters clawing their way
through buildings and bodies,
every star exploding across the known universe-
and you would still ask me
to join you
on your back porch for
a sweating glass of tea
and a game of Rummy
4 thoughts on "Apocalypse Tea"
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Beautiful and relatable, excellent work!
Love it. Thanks.
If the glass is sweating, it is cold and refreshing even in an Apocalypse…
A cry for something true and normal and safe. Loved the poem.