how oft, this house

how oft when the daylight wanes
we fold the windows upon themselves
and place them starched as they are
into dovetailed drawers stiff in their making
the joinery grain against grain like
the photos below them like the socks
too holy for warmth like the shirts
the doors the ridgepole stored
this house salmon as it is breathing
slowly and its eyes growing murky
without light heat and the rain
that would gather itself
into the gutters and pool there
in all the depressions inpressed
in the yard lean as it is

Image: Noah Silliman on Unsplash

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