poetry thursday: blue

I reach out to touch the wall soft like fabric
fixed solid over this lumpy uneven surface
so many times repainted, repaired

a color and texture to wrap around
your shoulders on a cool fall evening

looking down the length of the wall
a gorgeously crisp seam of paint
meeting paint
a friend’s amazing work
but the edges of the walls
where they meet the floors
the patio door
the front door

never quite done

the patch of drywall that had to be replaced
after the painting was done
stands out green edged with white
the floor not yet not quite
patched or cleaned
the carpet not quite reaching
all the way to the edges of the room

there is still so much left to do

turning back to this wall
right beside my chair
fingertips brush soft blue
and I dream of a finished space

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