Sometimes A House Is More | Poem

sometimes a house is more
  than an outpost of the culture
  apprentice hall for workers
  or cradle for the empire
  more than a base of operations
  nexus for your meals
  broken promises bolts and locks
  living room not washed with blue
  cell phone mantra silent
  while divas live out their staged denouements
  rule makers scan the documents
  pater familias puttering blind and dumb
  in the pantry behind the fire
  immigrants' ignorance swept into neat piles
  sometimes a house is not straight lines
  crooked smiles
  scant means and measures
  bedroom full of fear and loathing
  bathroom full of bile
  broken toys and circumstances
  sometimes a house waits behind the windows
  sucking penny candy sunshine
  brimming with breezes and doors
  every nail a sacrament
  every brick a joy
  the things you have never had
  falling slowly through the attic
  piling up in the cellar
  neighbors watching hopefully

  - Ken Peters
 

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