In My Mind It Remains Spotless
was the floor swept today,
waxed and ready
for no crumbs to fall?
others sleep in your house...
do they gather drinking glasses
in the night?
Jesus stood colorfully tall
on your dresser,
whimsical nuns whirled
and sang in your curio…
are they curious
do they know the one
who cared for each corner?
when they wind the steps
to the attic room
do they feel your panic,
your out of breath plea,
“I need help”
do they hear your heart beating
in the crisp clean slumber of dawn?
11/14/2018
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