A Moment In an Idle Mind
dust bunnies lie,
fuzzy against the almond-bamboo floor,
a little too 'pubic hair' in their look--
and creepy while a spider
sews with the calm of a nun
looming her vestibule.
if this is zen it’s flawed,
a frantic product of my nerves,
i who wonders if the spider is as lonely
as my desperate eyes,
i who think
the tuffs of dust,
which grace the pure extension of the almond,
could be as peopled with mites as planets.
later, a sly glance of sunlight
defrocks the callous illusion
and points me toward a broom.
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7/28 .... "illusion" replaces "allusion"
7/6/24... more mods
7/5/24 .. mods hours after posting
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