done – June 13


Sitting at the granite kitchen slab

years in the planning and now

here we sit only a step

from finished.


Like final exams and everything would

be wonderful when done. Except

life was flat. Empty. Just tiredness.


And I would get onto the subway,

my duffle on my shoulder and

make it to the Boston and Maine,

while towns flickered by dully out

the window.


It is better than that now. We

passed the finals. Straight A’s I’m sure

even on the essay tests between us.

Done just takes some adjusting.


Like mom doing the laundry, while

I go upstairs to settle in.



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