in the backyard

I have propped open the back door and made cookies.

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From Stephen Dunn's "Before the Sky Darkens":

You open your windows to good air/blowing in from who knows where,/which you gulp and deeply inhale/as if you have a death sentence. You have./All your life, it seems, you’ve been appealing it./Night sweats and useless stratagem. Reprieves.