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