In my house 2012

In my house

there is a circle

where the sun

streams right through the stones.

Stars and moon

threaten to fill the circle.

Precious loneliness-


because you can’t have everything.

Watch the rain

glide down the skylight

and think of your beautiful home.

The phone that always rings-

you may reconsider.

Pull down the blinds

don’t hate your job.

Stand in the circle

in my house

and breathe

my precious loneliness.



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