When I came back home on a rainy day,
A cleaning rag was waiting for me in the entrance hall.
“I’m a cleaning rag, ” it said, with a friendly look,
Though it hadn’t wanted to become one.
Until quite recently it had been a shirt.
It was as soft as my skin.
Maybe in America or somewhere
It had been a cotton flower,
Smiling in the sun and the wind.
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Shundo David Haye 
Brilliant!
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🙏🏼 I am glad I thought to repost this
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Related to this post, you and your readers may enjoy the podcast Everything is Alive. I think it is brilliantly creative and brilliantly produced and have told them so twice. The podcast airs on PRX public radio. You can also listen on their website. After listening to an episode while driving the car I began wondering and imagining how the car and its parts and the road felt about their lives.
https://www.everythingisalive.com/
“Everything is Alive is an interview show in which all the subjects are inanimate objects. In each episode, a different thing tells us its life story–and everything it says is true.”
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Thank you David, that’s a great suggestion. And yes, everything is alive – and inviting us to join them in their enlightenment.
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