i began
the day
so angrily
and it’s just
not sitting right
with me
one becomes less
than beautiful when
consumed by the workings
of hate
i exhale fuck it in oracle smoke
and let it go
accepting my place in the world
my circle of influence
focus on the real
and how much i love the smell
of ivory soap
making my goal
a beautiful today
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One reply on “peacefully washing dishes”
I love the Zen of washing dishes by hand. Cooking and other chores as well.
Definitely a poem to which I can relate/identify.