Collections

Collections of mould

Congregate on ceilings

In a humid subtropical summer

 

Collections of dust

Congregate under sofas

Waiting and plotting

To destroy the vacuum

 

Collections of weeds

Wave their victory

Congregating in an unkept garden

 

Collections gather

Amass and acquire

Hiding with camoflague

Hiding out of sight

 

My house is filled

With endless congregations

Laughing at me

And my slovenly ways.

 

But I will last laugh

At least over holidays

When the exhaustion of teaching

Is temporarily suspended

And war is waged

On collections each day.

 

via Daily Prompt: Congregate