To the Cinnamon in the bottom of the Glass Jar

You have balled up underneath the weight
of warm warm tea, and that makes me smile;
Your nonsense matches people’s faces
walking in today’s rain;
But the pins and release of rainfall
look like crowns rather than brown tea ponds,
pretending to clump, to separate
easily as you do

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