Your fortune said Sail
And right away I could see it
Close-hauled leaving the harbor
Mine said Bean-sprout
And right away I could feel its
White root needle into the ground
They put too much ginger in the rice
But we eat it anyway
At least the tea remembers
To stay fragrant and lightly
Burn our tongues into the silence
Of long friendship where we
Can finally sit and relish
Nothing and everything left to say
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