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When in a writer's house

I look for lost words
scribbled in the nooks
of walls
I search for abandoned poems
tucked into holes
of rooms
I ponder upon pens
and nibs and ink
and paper

for I am certain
of what must be
left behind

Edith Wharton's home, though,
seems scrubbed clean
by historians
and restoration experts
alike,

all paint and sculpture and shine

just another fancy home on the hill
with not a written word
to be found.

#smallpoems