Poem: Life Revolves

My life revolvesaround laundry soap, meals that burn, dogs that bark, floors begging to be swept Where are the things that matter? I imagine lovers touching gently in the night; talk with friends; drumming the moon; candles,and glowing satori.

Life revolves, around toilet paper, dishes to be washed, kids that need tending.

What makes me think that death would make this any more real?

I breathe deeply. hold a dish to be washed, javish it with suds, breathe and wash, breathe and wash— each dish an offering.

With each breath, let life begin.

Tom Elliott Grass Range, Montana

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