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cold windy day
fire crackling in the hearth
soup simmering
bread baking

house fragrant and warm
but
vague sense of something missing
couldn’t quite put a finger on it

to bide the time
camping gear spread out on the floor
doing inventory from
last year’s big burn

sure to find
something
to be mended
or modified

time elapsed
item after item restored
to healthy condition
returned to its niche

so far so good
one stuff sack left
soft
probably clothes

upon opening
 a cloud rises into the air
white powder settling in a fine layer
on the polished floor

playa dust

unsettled feeling
suddenly passes
house now
feels like home

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