A calligrapher's hands
folded like resting origami swans
neatly on his lap
Waiting for the Taiwan
high mountain Oolong tea
in the tiny steaming pot to steep
Sitting slightly reclined
in a hardwood armed chair
Legs crossed with a floating right shoe
that conducts an inaudible choir
I'm aware of the absence of time
as he waits for my answer
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