27: Taking Out the Trash

standing outside on the walk

with the heavy bag straining

at the weight of used up material

I could feel the heat of the sun

coming through my thin shoes

while the evening dark came on

through the open door

I could see

her at the sink

and them moving

living in the house

while night insects

tried in vain

beat against the windows

it was then I knew

there was something

to walking through the house

locking doors

turning off lights


rogue dishes



proof that I'm home

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