HOUSES, De Jackson

Houses
by De Jackson

Halfway to
crazy, she sounds
the alarms, flees, builds
a tiny cottage by the sea. She sings
herself a shanty, cabins toes
into cold sand, castles
her heart in clouds.

The wind weaves her a welcome
mat, mansions her soul
and all things un
-known, and she figures
perhaps she’s at least
halfway
home.

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