Gazing down again to
find the path
I’d come, I found, finally,
only
a chill darkness…
But you met me just
there,
and led me home…
Li
Po
moon—
won’t you share a drop
of tea with me?
I’ve been gifted
these brilliant
cups…
roses and china
a thin porcelain
of bone
they wait for your face
as on the surfaces
of falling
rain
unveil your cloud
there is enough
for all of us
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