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wringing out the rag,
wiping the counter:
a lesson
unwrung, it leaves standing water on the counter
too little wet, it does not clean well
the rag absorbs the water–
wants to hold it–but
too much and the rag
becomes a laden sop
balance is the point
between too much and
too little
changing with each interaction
my life will have meaning
if I can serve as a rag–
to wipe clean the leavings,
to leave the surface unpocked
to hold only the water I need,
to be wrung free of excess,
to carry away the scraps
so a new feast may be
prepared
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Beautifully rendered thought.
Love it.
The metaphor and imagery are clear and lovely.
Great metaphor!
Sophisticated poem with a great metaphor and a great turn. Outstanding.
I love the economy of “to hold only the water I need,”