Spring Cleaning

There’s a reason why the windows Don’t get cleaned but once a year And the answer, like my windows now, Is obvious and clear. It’s an awful, dirty job and it Takes effort, time and sweat, With an unobstructed view the only Bonus that you’ll get. If you live in an apartment, On a floor up several flights, Then the misery’s compounded By the dizziness of heights. For each time I grab a window, I can picture my descent And my husband in the doorway Wondering where the hell I went. Still, with rolls of paper towels And a Windex, all a’spritz, All the grime that I’ve been granted Has just up and called it quits. Now the vistas of the city Are there beckoning to me; Though they might have done so prior, There was no way I could see!