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Spring Wish
I would like to turn this house
upside down and shake it,
watch the pet hair and foil balls,
the thyme stems and tissue squares
skitter away on the breeze.
Send the socks and keys,
the papers and the batteries
flying out into oblivion.
The dusty rugs and curtains,
neglected piles of clothes
I’d like to watch it all tumble out.
Set the house back down empty
like a brand new dollhouse
and replace only the things
I love
the things that work
the things that help
one at a time
thoughtfully.
I would like to trim it all
down
shore it all up.
Polish and perfect each new
empty corner,
fill the space with promise,
hope
fairy dust and
cheer.
I would shine it all
shake out the dust
the grit
the darkness and the cold.
And then I would cook.
I would make custards and stew,
galettes and granola.
Chocolate things and pots of coffee.
I would fill the house with a concert of aromas,
all chanting about the woman at the helm,
all whispering,
she’s got this.
