While Sweeping
I remembered while cleaning
on a metal wet hot day
we wanted hardwood flooring in
the next home that would be better
than that low-end rotting hell
with the cheapest rent and
a six hundred electric bill surprise
I wanted to tell you
that you were right on that
hardwood floors were easier
to maintain that thin carpet
over rotten wood
but we don’t talk because I left
I just kept sweeping
wondering how much more
the rain was going to fall
because I wasn’t ready
for sunshine
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“. . .because I wasn’t ready for sunshine” says it all. . . Fantastic poem.
Potent Heartbreaking analogy. Great poem!
“I just kept sweeping
wondering how much more
the rain was going to fall
because I wasn’t ready
for sunshine” powerful!
This poem has an honesty
that can’t be gotten
around