Tuesday, October 13, 2015


Mind washes the dishes while Soul
Pushes a broom, gracefully inefficient,
Sending up clouds of dust which hang
A moment in the late afternoon light
Then drift down to the floor again.
“When is Body coming back?” calls Mind.
“Is Body coming back?” asks Soul.
“She looked so angry when she left!”
“You missed a spot,” says Mind.

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