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Anodyne (Free verse) by wilco
Bags upon the bed and opened,
speaking volumes of a traveler's wear.
The tacky, flowered curtains sway
with the cold, blowing air
and blend with the matching bedcloth.
Arranging things neatly and swiftly,
like a drifter bedding down for the night.
The book inside the nightstand drawer,
stored alone and out of sight,
hasn't been opened in years.
I lay flat on my back, smiling slightly,
and dreaming of the day that I return.
The picture on the sill seems out of place,
but the truth is,
it just makes it feel more like home.
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