Monday, July 28, 2014

Some Fantasy This Is

Some Fantasy This Is

The trees of your old house
follow you to your new one
moving only when attention
and eye flit away

You are handed off
like a baton

instead of
batted between places

There is a pantry
There is a wine cellar
The beloved place
has been preserved for you
to taste again

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