Wasted
I swept years like soggy leaves--
Stubborn in their clinging--
Of of my porch; I must have some
Cleanliness some,
Measure some, space of
My own some,
Means to begin anew.
It is, not yet, certainly,
Certainly not yet time
For my works to be complete.
This time, this space, this
Clean, new, uncluttered space--
This I shall not waste.
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