A Home for Poems

a home for poems
a word temple
though crooked
never built quite right
not a reflection of the poems
written within

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when the wind’s just right
old marine fuel
gasoline and two cycle oil
rises out of the floor
ghosts of this shack’s
former life

______

someday i will be crooked
able to stand upright
in this doorway
i once had to duck through
door frame
an awkward parallelogram
sloppy cuts with
dull saw

when it’s raining
the door won’t close
hemlock planks swollen and stubborn

when it’s cold and dry
the door swings open
freely
spirits of yabyum
go wandering

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2 thoughts on “A Home for Poems

  1. i spent a winter reading everything that rick bass wrote and he did all his writing in a little planting shack/greenhouse on the property that he was caretaking in the yak valley in western montana. i knew that i was also drawn to shacks, to tumbledown havens where one could hide out and create worlds. thanks for taking the time to check out my words.

  2. You had to have seen the old 40’s shack on our place to have described it so perfectly. I like “the hemlock planks swollen and stubborn”.

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