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Monday, October 28, 2024

Dusting

Poetry brushes the dust 

from a day’s work, to 


reveal little pulses of heart 

and longing that remain 


still and quiet all day while 

I go about the reading and 


writing, washing dishes and 

sweeping the floor, feeding 


me and the cat, or walking 

home from the bus stop. 

 


“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”

~ Carl Sandburg

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