After the visit

Then they had left,
the front door slamming like
a rapidly deflating balloon.
The house looked to fall an inch or more.

Into the silence that fell with
the shroud of exhaust over its face,
her home dropped the creaks and pops
of its ancient joints and props;

as though taking her cue,
she shed her shoulders,
unlocked her knees,
gratefully embraced the floor.

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