Stepping Up

Co-residents moved out of this address,
who never did the slightest common chore.
They gathered years of junk and stuffed their mess
into and near our bins, and left it for
the rest of us to clear out (meaning me,
for somehow all my neighbors don’t have time,
and though I asked for help, their strategy
is modeled from a lazy paradigm).

So I moved bins and relocated bags.
I pushed up sleeves and aimed attention down.
Restored to order, now my vigor flags,
but I no longer have the urge to frown.
And heading home (though this may sound absurd),
I sensed approval from a hummingbird.

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