The debris of our lives
she tries to keep in order
with bins and boxes and baskets.
Each week our laundry and groceries
ebb and flow through these rooms
moving them about is our work.
Some run out, others dwindle,
gaps on shelves, in the fridge
that must be refilled, replenished
Even as the school papers, paid bills,
official notices, news clippings,
all pile up just a bit higher.
She works to keep a space for us,
by throwing out what isn't ours.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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