I liked the isolation that you utilized in this. No one else was involved, which made the poem feel lonely in a sense. Throughout the you compare dirt, to things unfinished - as though if a piece of writing is done complete, it is filthy, and its cleanliness comes from completion. You could also say that humans, as we are, will never be clean, in that we are always changing and always incomplete.

I also liked the length of this piece; it didn’t feel too long, or too short. It just worked nicely. Keep up the good work.

Much love,
Juliet.
Jules, via the Review Marathon (links in my profile)

"Close to hearing all the chirps of night bugs in the dark." Considering that I'm reading this at night, I really liked this line, as I could relate to it. :P

The meaning is a bit confusing at times.