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01 February 2008 @ 06:11 am
Microcosm  
Dust motes swirl
with every transit of broom and whisk
First one orbit
then another
'round and 'round

Tiny beings pray
to the housekeeping Goddess
celebrating each revolution

Does She notice their prayers
as She sweeps
order from chaos?

She seats Herself
satisfied with Her work
It's time for Oprah

ETA: title (formerly titled poetry fragment)
 
 
 
batchfilebatchfile on February 1st, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC)
i think that one is not a fragment so much as it is complete in and of itself!

and i like it VERY much!
Tapatitapati on February 1st, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks!

I just can't help fiddling with poems...