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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