Poem by Pat Schneider.
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> The Patience of Ordinary Things
> It is a kind of love, is it not?
> How the cup holds the tea,
> How the chair stands sturdy and four square,
> How the floor receives the bottoms of the shoes
> Or toes. How the soles of feet know
> where they’re supposed to be.
> I’ve been thinking about the patience
> Of ordinary things, how clothes
> Wait respectfully in closets
> And soap dries quietly in the dish,
> And the towels drink the wet
> From the skin of the back.
> And the lovely repetition of stairs.
> And what is more generous than a window?
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