I go crazy with the power washer.
the deck first, the patio,
the grill.
the bikes.
the windows. the side of
the house.
I do the shed, the fence.
the grass.
I blast everything in site.
a passing dog.
the neighbor, the children
playing
in the street, the mailman
with his leather
bag.
squirrels and birds.
a fox comes out the woods,
seething mad.
it's fun and noisy, making
the world clean again.
dirt free.
I save myself for last, this
will take a while.
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