Wednesday

Like coming home when I’ve been tasked away,
embracing peace and savoring the quaint
array of charms these cubic feet convey,
I’m reveling in absence of constraint.
I had to bind myself, until today,
in disciplines not worthy of complaint,
but just enough obnoxious that I’m spun
to deep appreciation now they’re done.

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