morning sun streams through my kitchen
window light reflecting brightly off,
white boxes
stacked against the espresso-dark bookcase
Targhetto’s faux
wood
the day promises to be sunny-hot
there is a sign in the yard, that
reads FOR SALE
it anticipates the footfall of
strangers
transitions in my domicile…I see
them coming
while kitty sleeps...unconcerned or unaware
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