Thursday, May 14, 2009



He constructs a house

from each day’s materials.

When the sun sets

he carries each shining experience

and sets them out like stones.

The floor could be blue

with his best actions.

Something wild

could make a wall,

and all the surprises

could be the steps between floors.

A wish could be a window

to see out of,

his feelings could flow

through the faucets

like life-giving water.

The roof could be the realization

that stars stay

where they are forever.  

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