Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley

In a modest twist
House cleaning is my love
Anything I can remove
Can carry me a little
Through the tiring days
All those piles of clothes
Do not stand a chance
No clutter in my kingdom
Farewell to piles of paper
Dishes readied for a cleanse
My least favorite furniture
Elegantly rearranged
Books shelved and alphabetized
All my dresses neatly pressed
Gazing at my favorite one
Deciding I will wear it
Before taking my vacuum
With me to the dance