the house is small
up on the crest of a long, low ridge
overlooking the county road
once it stood
for time travel
now it represents
simply my desire to be forgotten
the house is small
everything inside is crooked
patched poorly by each previous occupant
cracks in the foundation
the porch leans
the windows leak
the house is small
but the grounds are expansive
there is a roll to the land
every year birds build
their houses in the eaves
for their children
we will have no children in ours
by choice
as if anything ever was a choice
Moores Hill
June, 2014
