I Swept the House
Okay, I swept this house, enter now
What is lost is lost, but we can share
The canaries songs littering the bough
Dancing with them, if you will stare
Through the window me, away from it
The hawk circling the sky. O I will sit
Until you are tired of it ... the lovely view
Of nature ambiguous, and the missing clue.
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