I move the vacuum across the floor.

Even though I know it won’t be long

before I’ll have to vacuum once more,

it feels good to see the dog hair

and tracked-in dirt disappear.

I wish I could as easily clean 

the mess my angry words

made earlier in the day,

but while the floor relinquishes

dirt with ease, I don’t expect

the one I hurt to do the same.

Some things require more time

and a deeper clean.



This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “Cleaning

  1. Shelley Brinson says:

    I love the sensibility–and you KNOW I love the metaphor !!


  2. Everything Joan says is very meaningful to me. Thank you, dear friend.


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