Toys put Away

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In your house, when we arrive,

the toys are put away in bins.

The floors are swept, the plants alive,

the oven cleansed of all its sins.

 

Unexpected spic and span

turn secular to sanctified.

Revisiting this antique land,

we, too, get tidy and tongue-tied.

 

The restoration so complete—

where are the ruins we recall?

Approaching storms of little feet

bring destruction down the hall.