With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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A woman sweeps She sweeps in medium strokes It is her morning meditation. There is not much dust. She does sweep every day: A few crumbs, hairs, toys. There is no rushing these hours. They extend like long fingers Relaxed running through hair. She inhabits this moment As she inhabits this room / her body.
Sarah Keith