Sweeping up the debris into tiny piles.
Into the dustpan the piles go.
Dumped into the trash.
Sweeping up the debris.
Almost done, but wait!
Someone ran through the pile,
I have to sweep again.
The debris is scattered differently this time.
I still sweep it up.
It's all gone,
for now,
the floor is clean.
Sweeping the Floor; A Metaphor for Life
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