The New House Poem by Martin Byrne
The New House
Bare Bones
That’s what I see and feel
I got no bed but I got love.
The bones call my attention though
They call my eyes to the street.
I see the grass sticking out
Of my picture perfect sidewalk.
I see my reflection in the window
And pray that I look not like another.
Everything’s got it’s cracks.
I’ve just gotta wait for time to seal up
Some of mine
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