Tales of Place
It is night now and
quiet settles on the house
its small voices whispering clearer
Without disturbance I explore the rooms
Each familiar, but like a shy friend, more open
when we're alone
The noises of a house
are its own distinct voice
Humming, gurgling, creaking
Telling tales heard before
like Father's stories
Tales of place
belonging
giving
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Tales of place
Juvenalia
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