That Unexamined Life

Dusting the same shelves,
sweeping clean the same walks,
and always the motes and dander,
the leaves and debris, find their way back.

But what's the alternative?

Let the refrigerator fill
with cannellini beans gone off,
jelly furred over, milk soured to a lump?

That unexamined life would drive me from it.
Off to the dermatologist!