Thursday, April 3, 2025

 

SWEPT AWAY

  

Porch floor by window

Dusting of snow

Paw prints that linger

The broom says no

 

Arachnid filaments

White crystal strung

Asleep in her tunnel?

The broom still comes

 

Notebooks scribble

Obituaries fade

Skull box mementos

The broom sweeps away

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