I met those <br />round and proud <br />K: Mansfield countrywomen <br />nigh a rooibos plant <br />We fell into a chatter <br />Plucking rooibos leaves <br />Then making this tea <br />As an alien reflex <br />my oysters clasped shut <br />I sprayed myself with <br />cold drops<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rooibos/
