by D
We archive the rules of engagement,
boil water, warm pots.
The delicacy is done with waiting,
ready to be devoured.
Tea leaves us fortified
but knowing.
There is no maxim to fit,
no congress to draft new laws:
only our red bird hearts,
beating oolong stained
wings in fine bone cups.
A very lovely poem. The last stanza is transcendent–thanks.
Thank you very much.
Beautiful! “Tea leaves us fortified”…..
Thank you, ling’ling.
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we all really liked this one…you should totally like write some more poems and stuff.