A Safe Identity

A house came along
and offered itself
where it had come from
was a question not asked.

Its windows were fabulous
its framing strong against
any ominous alternatives
rattling at the fence.

For years I have sat
mellow in the center
of this room or that
trying to remember

those theories I entertained
in school and the trips
to France and Spain where
the strange was delicious.

Now I am caretaker
I sweep the floors
daily and and at night
I lock the doors.


About mrsorenson

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