I bought a bucket of Morning-Dew
and painted windows open.
Toasted-Pine-nuts that splattered the floor
were patiently scrapped with razor and rags
until the oak grain shone.
Evocative-Sunlight in multiple layers
hid bruise marks on the walls.
Two blankets of Ivory-Coast
covered tenderly mended kicked in doors.
Frosted-Hawthorn soothe with brush strokes
graffiti from drunken frat-boy parties.
The painted Victorian stood,
as it had for a hundred years and more,
patiently waiting for its wounds to heal.
Next morning I brought a gallon
of Good-As-New and sealed
the front porch done.
— Serina Allison Hearn