and tables covered with paper
the gaze inward
the gaze into space
the gaze in search
she is seeking perfection
the right word will free her
the right thought will enlighten her
the right emotion will save her
she is at a loss
for the precise sound
to open the world
and tame it
hearing only the clang of dishes in the sink
orders given
and steam escaping
like hope in the desert
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