today, this
is forgiveness:
the running tap
urging into warm the face
cloth and all along
the edges of the jar
of honey all along the ridges
the sticky drip of the last
time it's waiting to be
lifted to be warmed without
need to be scrubbed
kindly rubbed
of the slightest of any
thing but redeemed
and still just
as sweet
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