they come home today.
i awake to the sounds of the city
soft voices echoing off the sides of buildings
every so often a car driving past
sanding, nailing; the idle sounds of construction
it's warm out; i slept with the windows open
and the quality of this air takes me back to italy.
the importance of the lacy doormat
it's been a long time:
remembering the simple luxury of a slice of this bread
an evening spent in the pink room; magical.
ah!! such importance. love you poopster! come home more often...
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