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it is still brewing
Melody Wang
 
 
the storm outside
wails to be let in
 
it should not want to live here with
my anxiety in its perpetual death curl
 
I silently brew green tea leaves
from my father’s rural hometown
 
they unfurl at once, stately
upright soldiers defiant to the end
 
you told me to let the light in
so, for now, I will do just that
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Photo by Nick Nice
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