HOUSECLEANING
I set my mop bucket
beneath the downspout
so grit that sits at
bucket's bottom
returns to earth
around my house.
Carried in on work boots and bare feet:
pine needles, walnut leaves, grass,
gravel, mulch, and mud.
Pulled from outside in.
I wipe away the grime of life:
disappointment, anger, grief, and fear.
Pushed from inside out.
Now the stringy-headed mop
propped on the porch
surveys my mess,
while I polish my joy.
"Housecleaning." Jimson Weed, vol. XXV, new series vol. 9, no. 2 (Fall 2006).
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