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Working

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

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery