a dress for dinner. maybe
earrings.
now mud, water, more to be done,
an apron to cover it, pink
dishwashing gloves,
the amazing boots.
up and down the stairs,
hauling bricks, boxes of saturated
cardboard, paint cans, dishes,
vases, all that resided on
the sills.
three strong young men worked
in parallel, we passed each
other on muddy stairways like
ships on a dark night,
each on our respective
missions.
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