investment opportunity
i met my favorite home today
her path said hey when i least expected
kitty-cornered the sidewalk’s crook
i took a look up from the cup i carried
and stared starried at the front door
tucked back beneath her rounded roof
she smiled at me with a cross-hatch tooth
gaps between open eyes that have no choice
just a century of scenery selected nor a voice
just the joyful screamery of her inner child
or the tearful symphony of an older elder
or whoever held her until they selled her
maybe one day that’d be me
maybe one day i’d see
some currency sum up to make her mine
then make a dime in due time
from the next body to buy her bones
or maybe just die would i
and let her lie here in peace
she could fly away with me
with windows like wings
land of the free
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i especially love the use of imagery paired with such a strong poetic voice. the poem also has a great sound, one i’m sure would come to life even more when read aloud with the rhymes! love the personification of the home through pronouns “she” and “her”, continuing to describe her with imagery one might use to describe a human. lovely!
I’ve always felt home carry with them some of the experiences of those who have dwelled within. Nicely done, camden.