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Partial Eclipse Of My Floor

I don’t know what came over me, but today I decided to wash my kitchen floor. I had been thinking about the total eclipse; it was funny the way the dirt was creeping along, eclipsing my tiles.

While my urge to wash my floor is rare, it’s not as rare as the total eclipse. The last one was in 1918 and the next will be in 2024.  I hadn’t washed my floor recently because I’ve been busy creating art, writing, and music.

Creating is one of my talents. Another is finding things. A couple of weeks ago, my bf and I were walking to his car. “Hey, look at what I found,” I said, reaching down to pick up a clump of bills. It was a small clump. I thought I had found $4.

I counted. I did a re-count. Re-counts are important, I recounted to my bf. I was off by a few dollars. I had not found $4. I had found 21 times that. On a dirty sidewalk, no less.

So today as I scrub scrub scrubbed, I wondered if the dirt would reveal anything special.

No such luck.

Grime does not pay.



I am a rather obscure 14th C. poet, whose work has been translated into over thirty dialects of gibberish. I now spend my days translating from the gibberish into English and back again, as need be.

4 thoughts on “Partial Eclipse Of My Floor

  1. A charming account of a recounting…of an eclipse.
    My desire to clean was eclipsed by the eclipse which I had wanted anxiously for. And saw nothing. It was so dark and cloudy in Las Vegas that day one could not tell if anything happened.
    Thank you for another smile!


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