“I have a whole room where your paintings hang,
I have a whole heart where you can plant your garden and it will grow, oh….” 
Lost in the Trees

New house

It will leave us with our 
Necks crooked
Under the eves.
I want to hold your hand here
The years to evolve beyond routine here
Our love to be full here
Our hearts–open
The doors–open
Stairs bringing cats up-stairs and down-stairs
Bugs caught in garden webs 
Art that’s ours
become the walls.