Monday, November 21, 2011

8

there are listings for tiny houses
all over, in states and on borders
on land or wandering with wheels
so, in spare moments, daydreams

of pulling out the good bowls and
bringing all big picture books and
nearly 100 sheets stacked and
making raised beds in sunshine

all this while eating lunch standing up
or sitting on the subway ears covered
all this sitting in a circle with children
or passing doorways and windows

the future grows in a tiny room with
soft voices and candles and flannel
-Hannah

Water runs wide, it nourishes the land
After winter it carries the snow away
Their spring union, it was something unplanned
Carelessness keeps them bonded to this day

A dream saved up for, by penny, by dime
With the passing of time, their dream crumbled
Much too tired to continue their climb
Efforts fell short, they started to stumble

Inspections to pass and contracts to sign
Spaces to empty and boxes to fill
Eighteen years to sort through in one month's time
Pack it up with these dreams left unfulfilled


These rooms will be filled with echoes and dust
Spaces emptied, memories kept with us
-KM

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