on those rare days when torment

slinks below the radiator, gathers
its strength among dog hair and mites;
when torment steals through the windowpane,
neither expelled nor bested but simply
retires for a spate of R & R — the house
groans on its foundation, the seams untuck
and the walls, thick as they are, become
the green of some other sunset.

Image: George Hiles on Unsplash

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