there they are
splodged
stuck in the infuser
washed out
these once magical
sticks and strands
offered the promise
- always delivered -
of a moment's grace
and serenity
like a cliche where compassion
meets clarity and calmness
now sodden and ready
for the compost heap
their manmade purpose served
impermanence exemplified
in the joy of a few sips
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