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pearls.

she’s singing away

quietly to herself

in the kitchen

as she prepares the food

and I read the papers

 

and 

emerging from the depths 

 

momentarily

I see a vision of this house

cold & silent

without her

childlike innocent happiness

there

spreading it’s warmth

to every corner

 

then chase away

this empty thought

and nestle down again

in the fullness,

completeness,

of here & now.