From an outpost

From an outpost

 

the moment a cup of smoked

Chinese tea tastes like roses–that I know

the taste of roses–that last night’s rain

welled up from inside the high

desert sand–once again referring to all

but itself–the desert breathes pleasure

into the guesswork

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