2006/sixty

Sixty years
later,
at the moment
of my birth,
I am licking
my fingers
to wipe your
coffee spills
from the hard-
wood floors,
or sweeping the
dirt gathered
at the threshold
since yesterday
with my hands,
or having the big
talk,
I’ll be glad
for tomorrow,
with no more
expectation
than to just
sweep.

9/24/06