Another day of scrambling to hide the balls of yarn,
the books and films from the library,
the collection of notes by the telephone,
the whiskers in the sink,
the smears of toothpaste on the mirrors.
Hoping that our home will please a stranger.
Willing them to fall in love with the privacy,
with the sky-reaching trees and lazy gardens,
with the view of Flyhills and Shuswap Lake
through a wall of windows
that fill our rooms with light.
Hoping that our home will please a stranger.
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