Cinnamon Tea

There's a certain time

of the afternoon when

shadows grow long,

and a certain place, say,

by some red satin

pillows on an old sofa

when the world

seems to slow

and bend itself

around the cup

and the hand around

the cup and the simple

act of sipping

is all there is; all

there is.

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