Living Through It

A pit
a bit of light
a bit of darkness
a bit of sound
a bit of silence
a bit of painting
a bit of music
a bit of humming
a bit of poetry
a bit of washing clothes
a bit of house-cleaning
a bit of dozing-off in a chair

A little wind chime tinkle in a little stray breeze
The bed unslept in
Cold kitchen whose culinary sound the dust has drunk

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