First draft for Day 14
Cleaning
up
Such
a lot of noise across the road
water
gunning her block paving
splashes
of dark grey muck swept
from
side to side into the gutter
self-splattering
her flowered crop
pants
and shirt. She won’t stop until
the
blessed bricks are as clean
as
a freshly imagined house
that
will bear no memories
of
how they did this together
laughing
at the dirt on their clothes
and
him only dead this past month.
