Sunday, November 5, 2017

Tales of place

Juvenalia

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

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