Spring Cleaning
Spring cleaning always starts on some random day.
Realizing that winter has piled up in my home.
When the windows finally open.
The breeze seems to want to take me away.
For a moment, I am mesmerized by what exists in that threshold.
Placing my hand on a dirty windowsill.
Feeling the dusty curtains for a moment.
Then gently shutting the window.
To search the depths of the closet for the window cleaner.
On that random spring day.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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