with screen pulled&nbsp;&nbsp;down
only&nbsp;&nbsp;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.

Half Open Window

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.