An anticipation of being home, that dissipates, somewhat, with the arrival. A long marriage, with affection, but not the delight on meeting again that they once felt. Maybe the kids were screaming, or the dog had left a present by the front door, or the mail held a huge bill. Love the last line! It's triteness speaks to me of both mundane and glorious things. Brings the first line of learning back into the poem.
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