Boxes
Each house is a granite word
constructed
to be locked inside
a paper mountain.
Road-rivers curl
and bend around them.
Cars swim in and out.
Voyagers sleep
to raise the living.
Some windows are empty,
some display depletions
by how much is shown.
It would be good
to live in a village in the woods
that no one has named,
or built to be a word
nobody needs.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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