- Albrecht Dürer
she steeped the sassafrass leaves and roots
within the smooth ceramic teapot
making sure to extract
all the healing essense
then sipped the warm fragrant tea
with her spirit friends, sitting by the sea
the leaving is staying
the roots are becoming present
within each sip of the sassafrass
as her nature mirrors her mother
sighing to herself,
no me without you,
no you without me,
underneath the trees
seeming to sigh
in perfect counterpoint
Kate Lamberg
4/16/12

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