Cleaning the Hallway

What once could take days

    Now takes far less;

There were ghosts in the hall

    Who I’ve put to rest.

A whole forest sprouting

    Or a mountain top’s view;

Now just a nap

    Or a morning’s fresh dew.

The sheets are now folded

    Not covering faces;

Sometimes the laundry alone

    Is what makes safe spaces.

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