i suppose my revery shows

i've been drifting

after reading poems and short stories

themed by loss

drifting among my own losses

none to match those of which i'd just read

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i ran this morning

it was damp and chilly   and hilly

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my hands are in the sink   sudsy water

or they were a moment ago

scrubbing a baking pan   scrub scrub scrub

i am in revery

marketa put her arms around me

put her hands on mine

we scrub scrub scrubed together

until the pan was clean