For the days of Spring Break have more hours in them than other days, but not hours for dusting, from Day by Day.
from To Mother / by Robert Lowell
Your parlor was a reproach, I wish I were there with you,
the minutes not counted, but not forever —
you used to brush mantelpiece and banister
with the forefinger of a fresh white glove for dust.
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