I wonder what the rain will sound like once we’re no longer under this familiar tin roof
How will the floors creek and the walls pop?
Will I know it’s just the sounds of our new home?
What will the streets look like, illuminated under lamps?
Who will wander down
the sidewalk by our front door?
Are the squirrels going to chatter while small creatures find solace under
the plans I brought with me?
But most of all I wonder, is it going to feel like home?
Ezra Baker Poetry & Prose 
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