Home. Tea. (Poem)

until I am home, there is tea.

since I have no home, I have tea.

anywhere I dwell is temporary.

cups also; they break, are given away, or simply disappear.

tea remains,

each sip lasting as long as one breath.

that is enough. that is all.

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