Unlock my front door and leave it ajar.
Unfix my hinges and throw open my windows.
Let fresh air blow through my stale confines.
It’s spring cleaning time!
I have been closed up for months.
There are bugs in my rugs!
There is dust on my divans!
There is ash in my mantle!
I can be a showplace!
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love