resting at midnight
a day’s worth of spring cleaning
just a memory
even now amazed
by the accumulated
clutter of the week.
each time i deep dive
into the mess i wonder
how does it get here?
gremlins, dust bunnies
cohorts in a filthy crime
to debunk order.
i am wistful for
stylized minimalism
and satisfied with
apartment feng shui:
brownies, freshly baked, still warm.
the sound of thunder
rain splash down on earth.
my eyes grow weary and tired
i succumb to sleep.
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