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  • January 26, 2021

Tea

Posted on 02.14.17 by VoiceCatcher

by Melineh Yemenidjian

In Japan they say
you were born
              from eyelids
too tired to stay open-
that you were       ripped out
from a monk’s face
  intent on             meditation.
He dropped your seed-
                              to the ground
And you sprouted
        soft green leaves
        and fragrant white petals
encasing
           a tuft of    gold.
With every sip, 
you (mystical brew) tingle
my taste buds
      steaming
                  the aroma of
serenity          that
when inhaled, brings hope;
hope of staying awake
long enough to finish
                                        a cup,
 long enough
            to live
through the sometimes
              green, white, red, and black
waves
                                      of being,
nothing             more
                       (because
nothing
is)
as complex or as simple
as a     cup
of
    tea. 

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