throw everything away
that needs throwing
sweep scrub polish
though the soul bears its gouges
let it keep its original sheen
remember the dust under the wardrobe
longing to go outside
stay on your knees
down the dark hallway
wiping and rinsing
the beautiful day away
like the day we moved in
to the old farm house
and cleared it all out
we knew only slowly
would the old man who died there
be encouraged to leave
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