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Wander Wonder

I’m cleaning out the lint trap
The dryer has amassed
From a half a load of laundry
That from my body cast.

I wonder where it comes from,
This lint that clothing hoards;
Dispensing it collected
That the dryer then records.

I walk among the byways
That weave throughout my life
But can’t detect detritus
Apparently that’s rife.

And wonder bends my thinking
What else that I must miss
Wandering through a lifetime
Unknowingly In bliss.
Published inPoetry

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