(from the moon series)
Flies buzz through glassless windows and the roof
only wooden beams. You can imagine any life
you want to in these two large rooms. Now
there are two tall beautiful flowers outside, thorns
upon their stems and in the distance, the castle of ear.
I’m so used to being in a city, I wait to be observed.
But the only observer is nature. And the inverse?
Where you built a house and lived a life and grew people
and food and it was as strange to see a stranger.
When the kids came running from miles to hear news
of the great and mysterious world beyond from uncle Henry.
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