Every stroke of the brush
and the roller
up and down repetitions
hour after hour
permanently covering what was
revealing the beauty of what is.
A cool shade of grey
calm shade of blue
no signs of stains streaking through.
Organizing years of chaos
final phases of renewal
unidentifiable junk
unattached cords
broken bulbs
solicitation mail
forgotten dreams
trashed.
Photos
permanently stained
photos
of my babies’ love
photos
family facades
photos
in boxes
in albums
in frames
some display-worthy
some not safe for home
some ripped
like the bond
covered like painted walls
poured into drains
like murky water.
Peaceful awakenings
warm greetings
restful nights
stainless
wall-to-wall
heart-to-soul
tranquility.
Finally.
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