No failure at beauty or stating.
Unique answers to so many questions.
How would I fit my family into this equation?
How would we make the mortgage?
How much land will be allotted,
and to whom? What can I afford?
How could we state this look
of elsewhere? How could I make myself lessabstracted? In the house but not of inside it.
Grace of the front lawn, stucco sophisticate.
All that shines is stuck on the surface.
Sheet shocks sense into the reflection
Wood sliced into beams better becomes
the forest.You couldn't see the trees in the city.
Could you move to the west? A little slower?
What is the sum of 5 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.