Gentle visitors, we have been pen-shamed by one of the poor Relations on account of our infrequent posts. To quiet this braying, we offer this blank verse based on our current reality.
Unfinished
I’ve become quite close with some large appliance,
Now that work has begun down in the basement.
Water heater went cold when it lost its pilot.
The dryer required a connection and vent.
The drain for the furnace flowed out on the slab.
All of those years, when the place was unfinished,
I barely took notice: a space for our junk,
Spent rugs and odd items, old tables and chairs.
I see it all now through the skeleton frame;
Every room that will be when the walls go up,
And the new floors go down, and the doors get hung.
And I'm watchful for signs, like a light gone dark,
Or one weakly blinking; a sound that’s not right,
Or no sound at all; any thing out of sort.
Outside it’s turned frigid and the days are short.
Let’s hope it’s all finished before it’s all done.
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