Flaneuse, Spring Cleaning

--Rae Gouirand

Now where are all my new recipes?

Now where is my smoother leather?

Now where is my little breeze? I have

been keeping these straps up far too long.

Time to upright the shelves

of references. I'll hide the remains.

I'll fling open this window & wave

geraniums above the avenue. Set my eyes

on the night & get caught up in it.

Reminder of the stitches to be removed.

Reminders of devotions. Let's not neglect

the long dusty lines settled into the carpets. Let's

pretend to be putting it all back

where it came from. I'll be signing

my name at the bottom of these letters.

Doyenne of a mind. Surrounded on all sides.