Certain times of day are ideal for dusting
depending on the location of the windows within a room

the way the sun exposes any crumb

let this stellar confessor

guide the cloth
and always begin from the highest point
leave the vacuuming until last … or begin again

and be aware
of the sighing disappointment
floating through air
the accumulation of time’s slow shedding skin
the days’ cocooned spin
the night’s dustbin
your own unacknowledged sin

like the first, thin tease of snow
graces everything

relentlessly generous
about anything
three dimensional
or prone to shadow