Tea House

January 29, 2017


I always know
When Jess is running the Tea House


I can tell from the temple bells ringing

The throat singing

Inviting us into the room


The candles lit beneath

Carved wooden sculptures


Good people made immortal

Forever holding up their hands

In some holy gesture of understanding


When Jess brews tea

Her hand rests on the vessel


As through the leaves

Whisper into her palm,

“We're ready now”





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