(For Jiang Xue / WIlliam)
Between the thunder
and the lightning
tonight
after a game of mahjong
by romantic candlelight,
your tea warms me.
It is fragrant
soft smoke
on my tongue.
Delicate and rich.
A harmonious brew.
I taste Bijie
floating upward
from the eye of the porcelain cup,
remembering the gift,
the kindness,
and the grace
of you...
- Marianne Forman
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