Tuesday, April 18, 2023

NaPoWriMo, Day Eighteen, Poem Eighteen

 
Clean House
 
Each failure makes a successful home.
Every carpet smooth as store displays

when feet no longer plant themselves
to prevent time from rolling over. 

No dust from stacking up all those
unused ideas, now long lost in landfill.

Keeping tears over sink and dirty pans
will preserve flooring for another year.

Wasted so much time washing windows
neighbors see into house, right through

that empty body, witness the furniture
unindented by friends, not even bed

needs turning. Both legs hanging over 
side, ready to run, leave no mark. 

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