Domestic Drop-in
The smells of pie baking, tea brewing, lavender in the linens
Palmolive suds fizz-bubbling audibly in the sink -
bring back childhood,
stretch out one long continuity to old age.
Though I lean back my head, close my eyes
and inhale -
my feet are on the coffee table
my coat is by the door.
(c) Sarah Morehouse 2008
