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Spring Cleaning

The wind came and took you away.
You said spring cleaning.
And I looked at the bottom
of the concrete path leading
towards infinity.

It was late September,
or perhaps even October,
when the gail-force wind came.
Heavily, strongly,
cleansing our sins.

I walked to work the next day
and saw hundreds of branches
lying in the green grass,
immobile.
Freeze-frame.
And I flew over them,
hoping the wind might
take me away.

You said spring cleaning,
she is only cutting the chaff
And I thought,
how cruel a mother
to kill her young. But perhaps we all need
to spring clean,
once in a while.