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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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