Gray days they go on forever
From the fourties down to the teens
We’re always getting preecipitation
It’s snow or rain as the gods ordain

It’s kind of like a Juneau summer
Or Seatle in December
On a gray day with a gray douse
We’re held in time and place by a house

The land accepts the house but it stays the same
With or without the house
Same time same latitude same longitude
Same sky same weather, view and altitude

All the building adds is substance
Weight and protection
It suspends a part of space in animation
Then falls down

Precious hovel, hold me tight
I’ll repair you, mind your plight
Stand little house, do not fall
Keep me safe and comfortable