Under construction (2007) – revisited

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The house I build has many rooms

Only I live in it but people can come visit

For a while

Thimbleweed grows under Moorish arches

that long to be graced by the sun

There are rooms without windows

Rooms filled with sunlight and children’s laughter

Rooms that hold within a flood of tears

Empty dance halls grey with cobwebs surrounded by flowering hope

There are two stairwells

On opposite sides

One leads to the coffer of lies

The other to the soul of innocence


Everything is dusty, but most of the dust is new.

I’ve started construction of a third wing

Connected with bridges to the present occupant of my soul


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