Laundry Girl ruminates "yes!...there is more to a dot than a line"
First ink stains the soft
curl of her fingers
looping L's / O's intact
Neatly housed characters
~
Hers is the breath I prosper the most
Of renewal
out of which comes wonder
leaving the last thought before this one behind
Re-visioning an inhalation / Moving in real time
Right ( her true "left" )
tires
easily / authentically
Opening up a counterworld of an off handed
nature
Sweet Beast then struggling Titan unleashed
arm outstretched for fruit from the Deva's trees
wedged within the spin of their heavenly realm
~
Eagle Child keen
Vision and powerful flight
Places her gradual right hand in mine / Her easy left limbers painless
What's slow is what's worth the time
Moving from writing pad to laundry pile
circumambulating
every detail of fabric, letter, texture, heat.
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