you finally land in the house,
that becomes
your true
home,
after years of being
a vagabond
you let out a deep sigh
of relief.
finally.
this is it
this is where you'll live
until you die
or they drag you out
against your will.
it's not a somber thought at all.
instead you
wonder where
to put the couch,
the lights,
the pictures on the wall.
where will
the bookcase go?
which photos will make it
to the mantle?
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