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Renovation
by Sudha
(Dallas, TX, USA)
Dear, he asks, what color on the wall Blue here, green on that one I think this will go well, what do you think Clasped hands, picking and choosing
Dear, he asks, what drapes on the window Mmm…maybe we could go tonight Choose the rod, the cloth, don’t you think? Clasped hands, feeling the fabric
Dear, he asks, does the ceiling fan stay? Well, it can go but didn’t we spend on it Can we reuse, think about it Clasped hands, let it stay
Drapes, fan, wall color, mundane things Let him give her the pleasure If it is his mother on the phone, Let go, his hand now raised to silence Hers covering her thoughts.
Renovate, we can, only what we must.
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