This Is Why


By candlelight
When dishes are washed
And dried for morning
The cats are fed
And the moon tucked in
I sweep up the day
Gathering wisps and crumbs
Remnants of my little life
Dusty words I shake clean
Stacking them neatly
And call them a poem
A bit of tacky glue
To hold them in place
A poof of glitter
So you’ll think they shine
Each night the same words
Pulled from cobwebs and corners
Stacked and re-stacked with
Glue and tape and glitter
I sift the dust hoping to find
The new, the forgotten
There used to be more words
Leftover from the day
Not just wisps and crumbs
Caught in my tiny broom


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