At The Foundation

— Carla Stanley —

Small house
with
big intentions
in suspension
sits near
the forest waist
clutch close
in field it rests with
bricks thick as they could be
made by hands that don’t anymore
built up  most still up
where wood wouldn’t now
or then
at best  its sanctuary
lay your very head
on floored beams
the house holds home
full at night
dreams room roam

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