I have a red plastic cup
left in my room by a friend
and in it, rain moistened dirt
scooped with a twig
from the chilly courtyard
of stephens-whitney
and in it, incense
gifted as samples
from a place they call
lotus
and did you know
its roots begin in mud
its stem in water
its flower in sun
that lit the fire
that burned a smell:
warm & wonderful.
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