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SOMEONE MUST BE HOME

You ring my doorbell, saying,
“Someone must be home.”

At the moment
I am being home to Sara,
who steps out of preschool.
She cradles a pencil holder
just now finished by Daddy.
Let’s bring home to his office,
just so we’re back by 3 o’clock
when Paul and Ann come home
with their school stories.

Someone must be home
to open doors,
to be the kitchen smelling welcome.
Someone has to be what isn’t
somewhere else.

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