clinking
keys
in the night,
tossed into
the green
bowl,
the door
lock turned,
the grumble
of the furnace
as its
small fire
bumps on
and roars.
the kettle
boils,
the turn
of a crisp
page
in a new book
you can't
wait to get to.
good to be home.
such as it
is.
without an
unnatural sound.
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