Wind
Open the doors
throw wide the windows
and let in the wind.
Goodbye dust
goodbye toys
goodbye mail
goodbye rugs
goodbye stairs
goodbye tables and chairs
goodbye paintings and dishes and walls and shelves
goodbye books abandoned and books twice read
and books scrawled in the margins
goodbye tablecloths and curtains
and closets and coats
goodbye cupboards and pantries and floorboards
and plumbing and plaster and beams.
A house made of wind
a roof made of sky
a mind clean as paper.
Kelly Barnhill 
Ahh, you found a way to get back to your poetry AND clean your house in an elemental way. Congrats!