JUST KEEP SWEEPING, JUST KEEP SWEEPING, SWEEPING, SWEEPING

I stare into the window
of the empty house next door

notice a door open
that wasn't open before

or maybe it's a new angle of
sunlight finding the way

spiders claim sills beneath
our own windows reflected

we keep sweeping webs away
while that other house

slowly becomes encased in a feast
of emptiness


~j.b. rowell