The darkest fields, an interlude
to parallel sparkling, suspended
watching eye upon vermilion sky --
like a harbored god pretended.

Killing trees, roots eating deep,
my father mercilessly alluded:
branches high and branches wide
found the sky and intruded.

Faded white brick
Potted plants
Crooked door
Wonderful rain,
You bring life to this old body
Taking the noise out of my floorboards
Putting the meals back on my table,
So long it has been since life has
flourished under my roof,
So long it has been since this
rickety frame has felt loved.
The rain forced their faces back inside
To this place they claim to be a home,
I smile on as my colors peel with every grin,
Thank you for this.