Spring Enters the House and Me
The thunder rolls hard outside
my window, opened, wide to
the wind. Rain dashes the sill,
the blinds clack and I’d rather
mop later than still the flood–
the outside in, the inside
inhaling the musk of spring.
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I, too, would always rather mop later…
I love this, especially that last line
“Id rather mop later than still the flood” — what a beautiful line.
Sublime moment to capture. lovely.
Enjoyed this form and its images of sound and smell.
Yes– I’d rather
mop later than still the flood–
the outside in, the inside
inhaling the musk of spring.
The “turn” of letting the storm enter works so well.