Plain flatware, placid landscape
Photographs framed well and hung
Squarely with the parallels
Of the rectangular walls
Of an efficient floor plan.
Outside the plate-glass window
That only opens partway
So that no one will fall out,
The airplanes fly straight angles,
Taking off and gliding down.
This is paradise, you know.
Everything you need is here,
And it could be decades more
Of regular nights and days
Before this all collapses.
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