I like voice texting,
but it isn’t flawless.
I said fewer pictures
It heard if you were pictures
I said to search poems by category
It relayed to search homes by category
But maybe that is right.
How many poems have sheltered me?
In how many lines have I hidden
my cold frame? How many
have welcomed me—a seeker
on unknown relentless roads—to their hearth?
Maybe poetry is my real
estate, inviting and move-in ready.