I could cherish the familiar more
If it didn't involve wasting away
Endless hours traveling
In the same circles. How many
Will my tires turn on the corner?
All the things I wash will be dirty
Again soon enough. I will climb
Into the tub with a bottle in hand
To clean the things I clean with. I will drink
My weight in water, eyes swimming,
Teeth floating. I will sweep away dead
Leaves that will come back, faithful
Dogs with their sticks.
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