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Cinnamon
by Richard VinceThe smell of cinnamon follows me
As I ascend the escalator,
As though I were soaring into
Some sweet cloud.
My lips and fingers are sticky;
The hope that someone else
Will get high on the spicy scent
I have left behind
Makes it all worthwhile.
01/22/2010 Posted on 04/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 04/21/10 at 02:19 AM sounds like a delicious way to start the day :) Makes me want to bake something, I've long maintained that baking in the spring and summer with the windows open is really a public service for all my neighbors |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/06/10 at 10:54 PM Mmmmm, cinnamon. One of my favorite scents! This is gorgeous! |
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