The house I grew up in Is now a rental property Students Short term leases And such In the near Four decades since It must have had Dozens more Impressions Wonder If mine still Hangs round there much.
There's a rare aroma If you think you've got the nose So High and subtle To not many exposed It's the fragrance Released by grass Just before it gets mowed Washed with notes of Acceptance and Terror It knows it part You might suppose.
Stacking up bricks Taking em down Not having the nerve To apply mortar To make em sound Never even Mixed any Cos it would harden While on the ground Stacking up bricks Taking em down.