Sitting at a skew on the uneven earth
Light beaming through glass
White and chipped the bushes surrounding the sanctuary
A rail wiggling in the harsh brisk air
Parked in the open planes
No one around. Not even to hear a child’s scream.
An ocean of green crosses far among the land
A barn red as the blaze of a fire sits stationary near the field
The patio is the stage we gather on while waiting for a meal
A swing squeaks loud with every motion
Back and forth back and forth
Feet dangle from its sway
Musk taints your nose as you walk along the halls
Coming upon the fireplace roaring heat through the layout
The beds we lay on sink as we burrow down for the night
Lights dim and sounds creep
Darkness releases her shadows
Tossing and turning with immoral sounds
A peace falls between us when her voice trails up the stair case
And we sleep and wait for the sun.
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