SillyGreenMeep
05-26-2007, 02:35 AM
A stranger in my own house
I sit at the corner of the table
that was sitting at the corner
of our dining room
when I first moved in.
Back then the props
of another friend's play did not
strew the surface as they do today.
I've put my key in this door
it usually fits, and then turns
It allows me to adjust,
this building is breathing again
better than it was before,
and the flowers looming over
the glow of a computer screen
are a gift from a friend.
The hearts we water like flowers
make home what it is,
and like the opening my door
I turn with the rising and setting
of the light
I sit at the corner of the table
that was sitting at the corner
of our dining room
when I first moved in.
Back then the props
of another friend's play did not
strew the surface as they do today.
I've put my key in this door
it usually fits, and then turns
It allows me to adjust,
this building is breathing again
better than it was before,
and the flowers looming over
the glow of a computer screen
are a gift from a friend.
The hearts we water like flowers
make home what it is,
and like the opening my door
I turn with the rising and setting
of the light