Walked to fetch water
A veritable jack-of-all-trades
Shuffling five gallons between
Rustling plastic bags

The shelves slowly but surely
Rearranging themselves in
Abstract swaths of white
Where color used to be

At least it’s raining
Keeping the fire season at bay
Harboring details of darkness
Thankful the sky can breathe

I am refreshed
by your footsteps up the stairs
Keys in the lock
Sighing door right on queue
Double tap
Screen door closing

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