Spirit cleansing

 
She washes over the earth
swabbing wounds
soothing fevers
making broken hearts whole;
it’s a soft washing, a bathing of the sick
and all the while she hums,
rinsing her cloth
again and again and again
 
 
© Meisaan Chan
 
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