A New House

A wooden pier
Raised over a thicket
The course hair
Pokes through the holes
Wind their way
Up our legs
Tickling our insides
Up our legs
Celebration
Tidiness
A frog croaks
On a lilly pad
Winding it's tongue
Up the hole
In our legs
Wooden pegs
Holed up
Frog tongues
Winding through
Windy wooden
Peg legs
Whistling
On the glare
In the front
Around sunset
Moonrise
There on the wind
Splattered legs
Open
Like a shield
Reflecting sharp
Biting wind
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Provoking strange sounds
For people to tell
The weather by...

A stringed doorway
Maybe a window too
This house
All openings stringed
Becomes a musical instrument
The way the wind moves

All the doorways and windows
Are stringed
The way the wind moves
Silk strings
The way the wind moves
To the center

What place this may be
I don't know
The strings
They look like bars
Like
Bars
We tear
Our papers
Our wishes
Our words
Crack in open air
Like thunder
Our words
Crack in open air
and blow through
The openings
The openings stringed
Stringed
and barred
For skimmed music

The way the wind blows
Our cracked words
To the center of this house
Where all openings
Are stringed...

The doors
The windows
Stringed to play music