the page is set; the ink is wet.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Fall Cleaning.
I stir my coffee with my finger,
the windows propped
three inches open.
Hello, my life.
The sweet, sweet rush
of leaves
dust fresh air off
the clouds.
It puffs and sweeps
into my room,
the catch-all for
October's lightness.
A dustpan
never felt so good.
October 1, 2010
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