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a house is a lot to remember
step lightly
where I will put a thing now
dust and cobweb
there are others
old parameters
a refuge from numbers
or
should
please pipe nothing in
all this what-the-forest-was
a fine chapeau
no regrets
it sets the woods to laughter
gathers beak to crumb
grass up to where you cut
jaunty
a house is all of us
bend to pick up from the floor
best socks, best underwear
a little locomotive puff
for winter come across
first far
it folds inside the head
empty where there’s echo
all told
when you’re away
a snail Achilles
handkerchief
outside in
to make a little purse
bear along belongings
it coughs which is a sign of breath
stutters out
will the house be still there
and when we go?
turn off the lights
unseen then one traipses through
you have to pack the heart
a number on the street
a definite presence we are
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