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Cohabitants
I mould the clay with pursed lips.
Chieko weaves at a clattering loom.
A mouse grabs a peanut spilt on the floor.
A sparrow snatches it away.
A praying mantis strops its claws on the clothesline.
A fly-trapping spider hops, skips and jumps.
A hanging handtowel dances with itself.
The mail falls with a crash.
The clock is taking a nap.
The iron kettle also takes a nap.
Lotus leaves droop their tongues.
A small earthquake thumps.
To the background noise of cicadas
From high above this clan of kindred spirits
A voracious noonday sun hurtles down.
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