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.
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