A day full of tasks, / every day and no / joy, no laughter, no light. / Instead, a haze, a grayness, / leaden dustcovers shrouding / the solid furniture, ghosting it, / outlines only visible, / shapes—not handy chairs / or tables, sideboards or desks. / When can we pull them off, / shake out the dusty near-death? / Life needs a bit of attention.
Dust
Dust
Dust
A day full of tasks, / every day and no / joy, no laughter, no light. / Instead, a haze, a grayness, / leaden dustcovers shrouding / the solid furniture, ghosting it, / outlines only visible, / shapes—not handy chairs / or tables, sideboards or desks. / When can we pull them off, / shake out the dusty near-death? / Life needs a bit of attention.