Poems by Aden Lee and Padma, Skylark Press Studio Zen in a Teacup | Page 2

Zen in a Teacup Steam rises from the pot Balls of oolong mingle with water; Counting under my breath, I do not hear your blurry question I sip the first brew Scribbling down the flavor Butter and spring meadow You gulp and mull But not over the tea– Beside you, the glowing laptop © Skylark Press Studio 2016 1/3