as
long
as loose
ends haunt me
never will i rot
to irrelevance in old age
i'll eat the last grain of rice from my plate, wash each speck
of bird dropping from my windshield, compost each fallen leaf, clean and recycle each can
I shovel each snowflake to groom sidewalk and driveway
as long as perfection eludes
and bent corners nag
me square them
i may
not
die