Spring Cleaning

Pushing away the mop. Instead, watching the fan blow dust around. Everyone whispers about spring cleaning. I filled a bucket with soap and water. The sun is rising earlier. And setting before I can finish. Drops spilling out. And the water is cold now. Moving the furniture around. If I had super strength, it would be easier. I live alone, I live here. I wish I could levitate the furniture. And float all the chairs and tables away. Do-do-do- Dusting around. The softness of the duster, Do-does-doesn’t- Do much against the hardened layers of dust. Coughing and sneezing. Endlessly. Spring cleaning. I wish I hired someone who cleans carpets. There’s too many stains. Everywhere. Every spring. She is still here.