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This Whole Year Could Use A Housekeeper

Ignored to tatters
blown into corners
winter’s leaves settle
Crackled, unignited
and waiting
for a breeze
or a broom
or a flame

2 responses »

  1. I love the structure of your poem and how it ends on that perfect line “or a flame.” Well done!


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