Home Again

I put the kettle on
I light a stick of incense
count my cigarettes
and put on
a Neil Young record.

I stack my notebooks
pour a cup of coffee
dust off my typewriter
and chuck my peacoat
onto the floor.

It is not when I walk
through the door
but when I do the above
that I am truly
home.

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