Where We Live
We have imagined a place like this,
sun-bleached,
prairie comfortable,
creaky,
chewed mellow by light.
We have hammered together
a structure of
easy happenstance.
A wickiup somewhere
between your homelessness
and mine.
We are inside this steeple of fingers.
A make-do space that serves
for what we have not cared
to cling to,
but love now to enter.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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