Old Woman Sweeping
the old barefoot woman sweeps
with tiny strokes
of her tattered broom
dustclouds swirl
about her weathered feet
rising mist at the mountain face
is not more august
than this
Old Woman Sweeping
the old barefoot woman sweeps
with tiny strokes
of her tattered broom
dustclouds swirl
about her weathered feet
rising mist at the mountain face
is not more august
than this
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