There’s an Hour of Sunshine for a Million Years of Rain, but Somehow That Always Seems to be Enough
My walls may be infested
with brambles and my gutters full
of wet leaves but when the sun shines
through my oval frames and causes
my shingles to glow, I know
for a fact that I’m lucky
to have been built, and lucky
to still be standing.
NOTE: Title is a line from “Sweet Lovin’ Man” by the Magnetic Fields
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Indeed. I am lucky, too. Nice writing, Austin.
An optimistic poem with a dash of metaphor (“I’m lucky to have been built”). Good poem, Austin.
nothing can bring the house down