POETRY
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Early sun touches serpentine
rows of waist-high bushes. Photo by Weebly.com |
Jasmine Tea
by Heather Saunders Estes
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Rolled balls floating languidly in the hot water
expand into long curved leaves. My glasses steam as I gaze for the three minutes. Steep hillsides far across the Pacific unfurl in my mind as I inhale the scent. Early sun touches serpentine rows of waist-high bushes. Drifting up the oolong covered slopes Taiwanese mists dissipate into the gray-white sky. Down-slope, the island must grow acres of jasmine. I want to stand in the midst of those flowers —only this. |
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