Cleaning Day
The boxes piled along the
wall,
The papers stacked just
anywhere,
Thick dust can serve to
write a note.
The furniture sits side by
side.
A cleaning is past overdue.
You get a sense that
things will fall.
So tiptoe in with gloves
on hand.
You must resist the urge
to hide.
Now line the boxes down
the hall.
Get every scrap of paper
out.
Ignore those folks who
text or call.
“Come over and help,” you can quote.
So keep on going. Do not
stall.
And when you’re done you
can smile wide.
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