Walking Home on a Sunday Afternoon in Portland, Late February
I pass doors thrown open, vacuums humming vigorously,
spring cleaning in full force.
Rugs are taken outside to be shaken free of dust and lethargy,
winter doldrums and ash from the fireplace.
Intimate nights huddled together in the dark are exchanged for
strolls outside, coats and scarves
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