House
House
My house is modest
By many standards
And then not so much by others
Some would consider it artful
It is full of my paintings and trees that I've planted
Neglected before I arrived
It measures twenty-three feet from front to back
With an east west orientation
The sun rises and its light penetrates to the interior western wall
The sun sets and illuminates the east
A prevailing eastward breeze moves through
Up the stairs and out a bedroom window
The house breathes it in and I along with it
We both expand as if one set of lungs and exhale
And the western wind moves onward
East west and west east
The sun and the moon
Morning until night
Beginning and end
Then over again
The space in between is where I work
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