Fighting Entropy
I have been vacuuming around puzzle pieces for months.
Unicorns, faires, the Paw Patrol…
I ask my daughters to pick them up
I ask myself to pick them up
Our cats walk around them, occasionally sniffing,
batting a paw,
then remembering, ´´oh—!
just human debris again´´,
and they walk along.
But there are flecks of gold flake as well,
from crafts long since done—masks, cards,
cotton-ball papier-mache balloons,
And little coloured, black-spotted feathers;
diamond and pumpkin and pearl stickers,
and glitter.
As I vacuum along, I just don´t know,
what should stay
or what should go.