so much of
going away
is coming back
again.
we spent hours
tidying our house
until it no longer
felt like home.
we washed away hallways
and let the paint
fall from walls where we
found ourselves,
camped.
so much of
going away
is coming back
again.
we spent hours
tidying our house
until it no longer
felt like home.
we washed away hallways
and let the paint
fall from walls where we
found ourselves,
camped.
best poem in ages, like the incantion like quality especially of the first part.