Pomegranate

We have no furniture.
The landlord's sofa beckons,
a coffee table and
otherwise bare living room.
But we have red tulips
in a vase

The dining table's still
eight weeks away
We make do with TV
dinners on a tray
But we have red tulips
in a vase

Fresh red tulips
the colors of a pomegranates
insides
subtle hues and shades of pink
reflect the light

While we walk among the
boxes and wonder where
this all goes
We'll look at the red tulips
and know
It'll all be beautiful
in the end.


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Written 17 January 2007. The day after we moved into our new apartment.