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AprilDawn Oct 2014
with screen pulled  down
only  breezes not bugs
find refuge
in our stuffy bedroom
church bells chime
at the full hour
just before the train
cuts main street in half
sweet pup howls
in protest
of the conductor's
shrill whistle
crystal glassware shakes
in the cabinets
yet this old place
still stands.
Feeling safe as houses tonight.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
flood into
this solid construct
I have built
brick by brick
to make everyday
survivable
another  edge crumbles
when whisked off
by granules
of salt soaked regrets.
Brick house , trying to be mighty mighty in the face of  sorrow's continuous onslaught   . Written in 2007.

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