I settled on house
While my friends make a tour of Italy
My wife and I eat soda bread
Even when it's fresh, it's poor
Not knowing the payoff of travel
Other than to say what I've done
I make a living and let it consume me
The alternative is too liberating
Sometime from now I may snap
Like a great oak in a summer storm
But it would be just like me
To go and think myself worthy of oak
In the meantime there are dishes to be done
Dirt can be a worthy adversary
When it sneaks inside
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3/16/09
