Obvious Mess
I don’t mind keeping
My seasonal messes
Right there
On the front porch
For everyone’s peeping
While I try to make
Neat piles from chaos
Because I know
Eventually I will create
A narrow pathway
For clearing and carrying
This cyclical stuff
Piece by piece until
The piles are put away
Imperfectly but in their place
Leaving my living space
Open and available
For the next season
And all its new messes
-a.r.
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