Jotnar Rising North

so we made it here
to the Promised Land
the long sought prize
now in our hands

the two cats and yard
from the first refrain
out our window sill
like a picture frame

and the wood floor plans
we sketched all spring
I followed through
on everything

from the ceiling cracks
to the baseboard trim
I crossed every inch
cleansed every sin

and what remains
the immaculate
is this the face
of Providence?

I am scratched off clean
new coat of eggshell white
still, I am not complete
I am a prototype

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