Working
the soap
on the sink
shrinks
and shrinks
to make
a bowl of suds
for hurried hands
in need of gloves
devoid of soil
spit and oil
clear of can’t
and won’t
free of salt and sugar
spilt milk
and cracked eggs
a burn that bled
red and red
run the water
run it right
‘til it runs clear
and moonlit bright
like a lake
in summer
slow to speak
pew reposed
an unhurried verse
Frost wrote
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