But ...

[the mingo]

dirty coffee cup residue
counter tops scattered
with remains of last night's dinner
dishes in the sink

... if i was rich
i'd hire a maid ...

it would be easier
to pretend then
that jazz was heaven

and that the wildflowers
picked for the vase on the table
would last forever

that everything is born clean
& lives clean

but ...

[saw]

this is a great poem.....I like the way it is broken up, how each stanza stands on its own while together they tighten the story....good imagery with an enduring message...