Water from my kitchen faucet,
heated in a kettle bought online,
poured over loose leaves,
brings the scent to my nose—
there is no aesthetic
that can make this moment
more sacred than my stillness,
my attention,
my emotion,
and my will,
already do.
there is no aesthetic
that can make this moment
more sacred than my stillness,
my attention,
my emotion,
and my will,
already do.
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