was made of her iced tea
after she died.
the lemons,
the black tea bags
from
China
soaking
in the boiled water,
how she set
the jar
on the porch in the sunlight.
old school,
the way
her mother did when
she was a child.
a sprig
of mint on
each glass,
how she poured it over
ice,
then rocked on her front
porch,
back
and back and back.
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