Dreams lap at
the edge of desperation
as hope promises
an ever-open door.

Dragonwell fills
my yi-xing pot
as aromatic steam
curls in lofty streams
making me, for a moment,
forget the grey
no insinuations, pretense,
nor enigmatic dreams.

The landscape is awash
with black and white
on a breeze floats a
harbinger of days ahead
hinting...

of how mistakes
can wither and drop
dead from their vines
to nurture the wise
and give such sweet
reprise to those
who still believe.

Eric Vance Walton

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