FROM ROOM TO ROOM by Jane Kenyon

Some really nice poems about moving. Stuff like pulling away in the car with all their stuff, being alone in the new house for two days (fav line from that piece is “I don’t belong here. / Nothing tells me that I don’t.”), and feeling connected to a long grey hair she finds while cleaning.

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