Hand Washing

A tiny soap bubble
forms, floats
through still air, drifts
to its ultimate

destination, demise
on porcelain
surface. More fragile
than her own ideas,

she turns away. Can’t bear
another scene
of destruction. Yet
the beauty of its gossamer

film stays with her
the rest of the day—bringing her more

strength than a thousand
poorly chosen words.

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