En Route

En route to home, I wonder what I’ll find.
Will bins have been retrieved and hose returned?
Will he I hired have begun defined
procedures to restore what I have learned
needs fixing or replacement, now consigned
to expertise I lack? Sure I’m concerned,
but nothing so disruptive will there be,
to steal home benefits away from me.

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