you pull the bed out
to vacuum,
throw the blinds up
the curtains back.
dust is everywhere.
tumble weeds
of clothing and shoes.
cups
and dishes.
silverware. the empty
nest is full of
your life now, not
the children.
no excuses anymore
for the laundry piling
up, the sink full,
the spill along
the stairs.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
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