Ground
Red tile and green vine
Tin watering can, the slow art
of cultivation. A home
of peculiarities. Wooden figurines
Creations. The smell of
last night’s soup lingers
when it’s already been eaten.
The prayer bowl, the resonance
the space between every second
all felt, all home here.
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I like the prayer bowl after last night’s soup….bowls everywhere…..