#1087667 added April 20, 2025 at 5:10pm Restrictions: None
cleaning house
I looked in my mind
and found cobwebs and
glitter and trash and piles of books
and half digested wisdom, sticky
and sweet as bubblegum
at the bottom of my shoe, and
when I tried to clean house,
everything spun around—a
whirlwind spinning everything
into chaos that landed in a
new mess—all around
this new poem.
Poem: April 20—Easter eggs (hide something delightful in your poem!)
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