Mop Bucket

The grout is dirty,

But I have no mop to clean it.

No broom to sweep with.

The sun shines in,

Bleaching the earthy stone.

We had a flood days ago.

Water drowned the home,

Strangling the air from within the walls.

Yet here sits the floor, 

The grout is dirty.

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