SONGS FROM THE HOUSE

There was a time when dance parties were enough...

Grace with no pressure...

Pressure with no constant...

A flower with no leaves...

Dried and ready...

I brought them to the house after work...

And a sneaky pluck of another's guitar...

The wedding photos also sing...

A melody...

Memories of the vows taken...

The do's and don'ts of a maintaining a happy home...

We keep the imperfections in the yard...

My children love cutting the lawn...

Watering the lavender patches..

And chasing butterflies that chase nothing...

Blowing fragments of grass...

The oxygen is so sweet...

Cheekbones and mouths fill with smiles...

Merely an overflowing water bucket...

Yes we all drink from the well...

It is a fresh drink...

For travelers that have no speakers at home...

For nomads that hear nothing but heartbeats...

Our home is open for all...

So come with me...

Sing while you sleep...

Dirty your feet...

Filthy your hands...

Make the bed, if you want...

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