Not a hint, a whisper of hair
candle-lit on the windowsills
for once, the stairwell swept
so fair, down___the comforter
an enormous aquarium
and the dishes done by hand
dogs out into the wet
as you forget a necklace
on the nightstand as if
by stealth one sees
between banisters
the way water beads
I knife a path
through unfamiliar rooms
making no noise.
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