Dust behind the doorstop
Donkey stone to clean the steps
To wash the weary thoughts away
I heard the rustle of wind
Through the grasses in the garden
I heard the heartbeat
Of my quietening, barely beating heart
Sand, and dust
Sand in the bare-toed crevices
Wring washing through the rollers
To drain the doubtless doubts away
I heard the chimes
Hanging by the doorpost
I heard the breath
Through my lively, pulsating heart
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