swish, swish, knock
swish, swish, knock
a rhythm, a metronome
once a week,
usually Sunday
you felt very near to me today, also a Sunday,
me weeping while sweeping, or vice versa
my movement conjured you, conjured the once-me and the eternally you/
me, looking down from the landing//
you, nearing the top of the 2-flat stairs
in your white t-shirt
looking up over your thick glasses at me, with your big eyes
with your snaggle-toothed smirk, mustached/
broom in your beautiful hands / pure lank, elegance
had i snapped a photo of you on them stairs
with that look/
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 