there's not enough
wallpaper to go around.
someone has mismeasured.
you come up short.
a full roll, three sheets
to drop
from ceiling to floor.
flowers and birds,
yellow and red,
blue.
it's almost done, but
not quite.
the table goes away,
the blades,
the scissors,
the drop cloth.
the sponge and seam
roller,
the bucket of paste.
you drive away.
no one is very happy.
especially you.
spinning your wheels
for others.
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