each thing
having its own place.
each picture
a hook, centered against
a wall
balanced
from ceiling to floor.
each lamp,
each table neatly
pushed to the edge
of the carpet.
that vase centered
on the mantle.
the curtains pulled
and tied back
just so.
a pale shade of paint
in the room, maybe blue,
a white ceiling, white
trim. a mirror
that catches sunlight
and the trees
in fall.
it's the house your
mother dreamed of
not the hurricane
you lived in.
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