Laundromat Chronicles

. . . . . . . . . . "Repairing the world requires that we make love an action."

~~ Robert Rabbin



Watching you when you are unaware of me
Places I haven't been in your life
and the heart lifts and swells, a little,
the breath shifts

When you're gone, and my soul
follows you, out of sight --
ordinary, blessedly ordinary

And my hands deep in meatloaf
waiting sleep and waking
The tears from chopped purple onions
minced garlic

Music, and bone song
permeating all, all

Every breath a prayer
and thusly, holy,
is the Universe rescued




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