alighting
on the house in yellow
aprons.
one for
each floor.
they arrive almost
wordlessly,
taking the key from
under the mat.
around they
go,
then back.
flapping their wings,
whirlwinds with dusters
and mops.
putting a shine
on everything.
no time to stop.
another
house awaits down
the block.
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