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Who is it who
leaves this debris
here, in this space
in the kitchen
that always needs
to be cleared
by day; and then,
by morning --
or night, when, just
as we feared, with sleep
clinging to us,
so desperate
and dear -- from where
does the detritus
of children suddenly
re-appear?

#smallpoems

(wrote this for ds106 daily create this morning with the prompt of kitchen detritus)