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Leaping Carp – Poetry by Jayanta

Carroll Street Teahouse

Posted on May 18, 2022May 21, 2022 by Jayanta
*Phil and Rieko are dear friends. As graduate students in Madison, Wisconsin, we often drank tea in their perfect little apartment. Phil chose mysterious selections from his tea collection – Indian, Chinese, Japanese, and the prized Red Rose teabags. We sometimes sat in silence and let our thoughts roam.

Phil poured from a tiny teapot,
Made me guess the type of tea.
We always preferred impractical knowledge.

Poem in a place of honor on the refrigerator door.

At the bottom of the teacup,
the bones of numberless fish
in a nameless sea.

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