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Monday, May 28, 2012

Settling in at My New Desk

This summer it feels
Like we are renting again
Trying to find comfort
In a stranger's house
Much more luxurious
Than the home to which
We'd grown accustomed

But also austere
In its own way
Having pared ourselves
Down to only
The most essential
Of luxuries

Such as here
At my new oak desk
Where the two unpacked
Cartons of books are those
I most need on my desert island
Along with fifty
Little notebooks
Of all different colors
Plus a lifetime supply
Of ballpoint pens

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