“Star anise floats in the night–sea of meat bone tea,
backed by the cloud–flower shapes of lingusticum.
Astragalus, codonopsis, and licorice lashed into a raft
drift among goji berries swimming like vermillion carp…
…the raft touches the riverbank.
Broth clear as spring water, as richly brown as pu’er
soaks into mounds of rice steaming with jasmine scent.
My dear friend arrives. We sit across from each other…”
-Read the rest of the poem at Uncanny Magazine.