Chore-time Valentine

I spent the morning polishing my karma

Then I sketched out a new kind of hibiscus

One that only blooms on the coldest nights

Then I thrashed roomsful of dishes

In alphabetical order and dusted

Off my two tympanum so the voices

Could become more orchestral

The music more insistent

Then I took a long hot shower

So by nap-time I was wiped

And I could drowse like a heavy baby

My circumference moving all the way to Mars

My center-point still you