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Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: Teahouse

Posted on April 2, 2021 by B Gourley

to be poured steaming tea
from a dented kettle,
in a wooden building,
hanging at the mountain's edge,
at the end of a long day's journey,
has a special spirit-raising force

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Dave Williams on April 2, 2021 at 3:49 pm said:

From your words, I can easily imagine the setting. And I can taste the tea — which I really enjoy. But, because of my fear of heights, I’d rather sit on a chair behind the building.

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