In Preparation of Something Fresh

Our days
are still young

The windows
are open

The sun
has not yet set

Outside there
on that one-way street

The hustle and bustle
never stops

Nothing new
out there today

Just a bunch
of people clutched
on their bearings

But gosh
It is grave-quiet
inside here today

And unlike other days
you can still smell
the musky scent

So, let the radio play on
to play whatever
it can play
for now

Just in its
default volume
In the bass boost mode, please

And let those smooth soundwaves
tickle the surrounding air

But in the meantime

Why don’t we steam up
the water in that kettle?

Let’s force
its temperature to rise

Thus causing the water molecules
to hiss in hot bubbles

While we keep
its atomic state intact
until it’s boiled

Boiled enough
for our use

For use
in the preparation
of something fresh

Something fresh
enough for us

Fresh enough for
your preferred teabag

And full enough
for our vintage cups

All enough
for our cups of tea

Just in preparation
of something fresh

Something fresh
and intangible
for our days

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In Preparation of Something Fresh

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Tosin Adebayo

Poet & Storyteller at STORIES & POEMS

I'm Tosin, creator of Stories & Poems, and I firmly believe no life is lived to its fullest without uncommon sprinkles of excellence, madness & passion.

I hope this poetry or story or score or work helps stir your imagination, broaden your perspective & unlock the doors for your yet-unknowns.

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