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Home Again

How simple a thing it is to be at home

again where one’s heart is

to occupy one’s own bed, the covers skimming

one’s bones as they are known to do

the familiar clock and lamp at the elbow

the special mug for tea now full now empty

to see the neighbor’s green house outside the window

to feel upon one’s thigh the known weight of a beloved dog

whose two baby teeth lie downstairs in a small blue bowl

where they could be found, admired, touched

whenever one wanted.

How simple how simply grand.

3 thoughts on “Home Again

  1. the comforts of home! summed up beautifully.

  2. Lovely, Lovely.

  3. Thank you, thank you.

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