Miso
scent rises from red
lacquered bowl
balanced on fingertips
a
soy curd caress curled
with seaweed tastes
faintly salt, sipped
breathed, remembered
then swallowed.
A hushed clack of
lacquered bowl
and table - anything more
is so much less.
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