Sunlight pours itself onto grass
our home is cool in the shadows
in the awning birds circle and pass
the sky is blue on the windows
boxes in lines along the floor
down the hall all the way to the door
upstairs I have to unpack my things
I must put everything in drawers
but where are you, send me a text
a sign that you are well
just one message, I am not stressed
just how are you? I cannot tell.
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