Three leaves and a bud

Tea would go in hiding behind bushes
Waking in afternoons of female hands

Deft for plucking, tongues busy crying,
Three leaves and bud tossed in a back

Like dreams plucked from noon’s nap
For taste by expert tongue and finger.

Only the best do pass the test, leaving
Failed ones to cry themselves to sleep.

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