Dress This House

He says you never buy yourself clothes
I say of course not

I wear old things, memory
As I dress this house
Once the scene of such unkindness

You know as well as I
The things we store here
Define us.

So let us sew new clothes for this old house
With flowers in each window
The field of vision expands to love

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