My bedroom is a haze
Of burning incense and
Afternoon sunlight.
The music of birds and traffic
Are drifting by my head with
The jasmine scented smoke.
In four hours
I’ll be back at work.
Away from the serenity
I have begun to find in this
New apartment.
I have captured
And released two mice.
I’ve finally built a dresser
I bought online.
Soon I will organize my books
And the day after that
I’ll maybe clean
My cluttered closet.
I’ll paint these lethargic white walls
With a color that sings of peace in action!
This apartment
Will be transformed
From a sleeping space
To my purest home.
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