Slowly warmed to
one hundred five degrees
precisely,
the aroma
makes my nostrils
tingle,
a quick dip of
my little finger and
a taste
tells me
it is ready.
Served in a small cup,
Royal Tokyo
fine ceramic with
eggshell finish
accented with
intricately painted
bamboo stalks
in aquamarine blue.
First sip is silky smooth,
so sublime
this nectar
once enjoyed by
oriental kings,
a warm rolling wave
slowly travels
to my belly, then
to my brain and
I drift
through a meticulously
groomed
rock garden with
sweet cherry blossoms
blown about by
gentle breezes.
Honorable mention
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