House Between Water

House Between Water

For someone other this thirst that claims

a single drop's hand-held mirror facing the canopy of heaven

For someone else, this turning in bed, a downward

burrowing-call it repose if only for a small in number minutes,

in that hour when windows render free of access and all roads end.

For someone other this silence like an ill-fitted leather jacket

that will not ever wear out no matter in what way hard time rubs

and burns-this house, its lantern lifted toward the ocean,

toward towns with families who wait without each storm,

who confident their yards with dwarfs and pinwheels,

birdhouses and god the fathers

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