– another cleaning poem –

Worlds are shattering, and
not just my own,
pieces of reason on the
floors of these old homes.
Vacuum, o vacuum, where
art thou this eve?
Clean these messes once more and
then take our leave.
Lives are crumbling, and
not just my own,
bits of the blowback
from the action of our bones.
Sweep it away or
build it back up?
Create hope from debris, from
ashes and dust.

D.J. Whisenant

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