Poem January 1, 1977 ISSUE

Housecleaning

Lorna Friend

Today I have to clean the house,
It's time to clean it up.
Clean the windows
clean the floors
clean the walls
Wash away, wipe away, dust away, mop away, throw away
all the dirt and dust, until the house is clean.

Now what about my other house—
The house that is my thinking?
Clean away grouchiness
clean away lies
dust off my gratitude.
This makes my house inside as clean
as my house outside is clean.

Lorna Friend
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