Realization
As if I had recently died and saw
the house from a new angle,
where I now stood outside this
defiled square, my husband’s
weekend home improvement.
I should have let him watch the game--
Yellow paint a summer sunrise
fluorescent, searing.
Blinding the neighbors
making me cry.
Copyright © Grace Hunter | Year Posted 2006
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