Cleaning Closets

 

There was a crazy

Connection

Between us,

This young woman

Cleaning her closet,

Piling, sorting

To junk, keeping,

Garage sale,

Cleaning her closet

To an empty

Coziness,

 So cozy she

Could sleep there,

And me,

Tossing and throwing

The more I toss

More arrives,

No empty coziness

Just a broken sleep

Amid the clanging,

The banging of

Letters and words

Pushing for position

In the outgoing

Emptying of poetry.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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