cat tree in the corner lives permanently
two rockers on one side
a couch on the other - made of wicker
but not for the wicker man...
this time eleven windows form walls
along with two doors for security
we strive to be safe these days...
shades block out light unwanted
fans distribute the heat and cold.
a cave in which we live is not a home,
shelter needed when shelter can,
volumes of hope lay in trashcans
along with the daily news,
swords of imagination clash against
the seldom offered truth, struggling
to break free from its masters...
terror is as it does - does what it wants
domestic is only a euphemism
planted like hearing aids to circumvent
the approaches the surround us like
like the keeps of the broken rings.
September 6, 2025
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