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my home is a living thing
creaks and its rattles
no assistance required
squeaks underfoot
with the wind all sighs
some days drips with sweat
just standing
or dew soaked dawn will welcome light
with how the house must gleam, must shine
house shivers its winter timbers
and hear sun stretch in the tin up top
the ants will tickle
and sometimes take down
every house a creature grown
to where it will go no further
though many put on spring foliage past that
wings or summer awnings
such frail solidities
if timber yearning to be one among trees
brick stone and steel
would melt to earth
time always
tends that way
Marvellous.
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