Just in time for tea,
 
a housefly lands on the rim
 
of my steaming cup.

 
 
 

Languid afternoon—
 
near the steaming compost heap
 
a dove leaves her song.

Tea

 
 
 

bowl of jasmine tea—
 
fragrances of east and west
 
mingling in the steam

Coffee

 
 
 

The year’s first coffee,
 
poured into a paper cup,
 
soon loses its steam.

Shift

 
 
 

over steaming tea
 
discussing the election—
 
a shift in the wind

Soup

 
 
 

bowls of cabbage soup
 
steaming behind the windows
 
of the sad café