Open door

After collecting dust balls
from along the baseboards,
I couldn’t think of anything else
to do on my knees
so I sat back and looked out the open door
to a rolling vista that looked like
whale flukes on parade,
with leafy trees fluttering along the edges
forming double-helix bursts of soothing light
as the sun filtered through
onto the floor before me.
If a grimy girl can sense a prayer
amid nonsense, this was such a moment.


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