Down the drain...

On those days
when I want to wash my hands
of the whole business,
remind me,
would you please,
of the shared and simple pleasures:
the scent of soap,
the warmth of water,
the play of light
on stainless steel,
the sway of the ferry floor
beneath my feet;
of our extraordinary good fortune
in being able
to wash our hands at all?


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