Warm-HousingA Poem by steppenwolfMy son and his wife buy their first house.
Warm-Housing By Leslie Golding Mastroianni
The two will rise up to the sky ballooned by warm currents of air Air is to breathe apart and together while the two sing songs and hold hands. Hands not only for holding but helping and building and making Making a dream that is called a Dream of digging and flowers and bricks. Bricks hold well their walking boots and others come and join Join with the two that is more than the two and the circle is wreathed with red. Red is our blood and what makes us strong but it’s also the color of love Love is two red hearts made one and the roof is stout over their heads. Heads that think powerful thoughts flying up and circle the house like swallows Swallows always return every year and swooping they never collide. Collide will the two oh yes they will but the price is more than affordable Affordable for warming and housing and Dreaming/ the two will always be two. © 2017 steppenwolf |
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