it's time to be a grown-up.
no need to keep buying bags of spices from
organic hippy shops to save ten cents,
for them to gather dust in a handwoven basket
for the next ten years.
let the herbs drift into the compost bin
and the plastic bags melt into new
picnic tables for the next generation.
in the morning, I want to see a clean kitchen
counter and a clear space for my breakfast,
a place to put my tea cup and the morning news.
it's time to grow up and
move past clutter and disarray, to put away
my clothes and rake the yard.
No one is making me do it anymore so
there is no one to fight against,
I just like it more this way.