Cleansing tercets

Mop in hand

Mopping spills, unable

To blot mouth spilled

 

Clearing cobwebs

In nooks, crannies

Mind proved elusive

 

Lined dust motes

Glow in rays of light

Their moment of glory

 

Life is life

Eel unpredictable, however

Will shower benevolence unexpectedly

 

Chanting under breath

In dawn’s tender soft light

Body and soul feel swabbed

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