Houses Full Of Holes

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

We live in houses full of holes–
beloved, antique, gently
lumbering beasts of houses,
breezes moving through the walls.
So why is it
our well-fortified neighbors
diligent about such things
who are visited
by frantic red squirrels in the den?

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