Tapping at the keyboard tiles
– in the glow of the evening,
pausing only for some hours;
once to find inspiration
in an unexpected shower
and once again, to take a bath –
these selected letters became
these collected words; becoming
a poem called steaming bao buns.
nickreeves 
Poems are never unwelcome callers, are they?
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A delight at any hour.
Thank you Ingrid.
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