the incused spoon
elated her fingers,
how wonderful to savor
such gentle cuts,
and plumb the concave end
into a fuming mug,
surface hand-glazed
with a ponder of owls.
under her elbow
the wood had lost varnish,
offered a scatter
of sun-glistened specks.
how good it was to observe.
and loosen.
and breathe.
to know.
to stir earl gray
with a svelte chopstick
and witness the tea weave to cohere,
tango with the bamboo
to charm.
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