No failing attempts at beauty or stating.
Unique answers to specific questions.
Delicate response for subtle thoughts.
How may I fit my family into the equation?
The equation I question.
The allotted land?
and to whom? What can't I afford?
How may we state the look of elsewhere?
How can I make myself less abstracted?
In the house.
but not of it.
Grace of a front lawn, stucco sophisticate.
Glitters stuck in the surface.
And dye reaching the deep abyss.
Sheet shocks sense into reflection.
Wood sliced into beam better becomes the forest.
Who am I?
Can't see the trees for the city.
Could you move to the east a little further?
What is the sum of 11 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.