a book is moved.
the sofa, the chair.
someone's been here.
the bed is made. the curtains
pulled back.
the bathroom is clean.
there's a hot meal
on the table.
a vase of flowers on the buffet.
a note on the fridge saying
i'll be right back.
I hear music
from the speaker on the shelf.
softly playing
veedon fleece,
van morrison, she knows me
so well.
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