I washed away the days
to find myself.

The sunglasses hang again
at the coat rack, the clouds
washed out of my duvet.

On the brink of an afternoon
lay still a residual staining desire
that together with a bundle old sorrow
- found in a corner of the room -
has gone with the dirt.

Now you can see through the windows again
and look like they should
the week may start again.

My shoes are polished,
the sparrow has found its nest.

#zerowaste

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