Green Tea

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by Dale Ritterbusch


There is this tea
I have sometimes,
Pan Long Ying Hao,
so tightly curled
it looks like tiny roots
gnarled, a greenish-gray.
When it steeps, it opens
the way you woke this morning,
stretching, your hands behind
your head, back arched,
toes pointing, a smile steeped
in ceremony, a celebration,
the reaching of your arms.


please note: artwork by Andrés Fernández Cordón.

Comments

  1. UnknownDecember 29, 2009 at 6:48 AM

    This is great. Your new title art by Monet is stunning! I have never seen that piece before.

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  2. RudeeDecember 29, 2009 at 9:18 AM

    I love teas that blossom. They're so entertaining.

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  3. debraDecember 29, 2009 at 9:29 AM

    I love the poem. Green tea? Not so much.
    xo

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  4. Mary EllenDecember 29, 2009 at 10:21 AM

    Lovely poem - makes me want to make some green tea, but I've just finished a light, mild cup of white tea. (I finally figured out the secret to both green and white is not using boiling water, and steeping them for a very short time.) My favorite green is one from the local Tea Source called Clear Mountain Water - best for the earliest of spring mornings. And may spring come soon!

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  5. Ricky ShamblesDecember 29, 2009 at 10:33 AM

    Great poem. I couldn't read it without having a good stretch. Mmmm...

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  6. UnknownDecember 30, 2009 at 12:45 PM

    Green Tea...hmmmm...time to detox! smiles.

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  7. prashantJanuary 2, 2010 at 6:37 AM

    I love teas that blossom. They're so entertaining.

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