The house shed its stuffing
and kept its frame
Not enough for the room
to blow its mold, kick that cough
or have the cracks in the windows heal over
nor have a sharp knife in the drawer
so tomatoes don't look like they were sliced
with drunk index fingers
The lawn became a lush mouse and spider land
and we moved out by taking everything to the curb
I heard someone mention a cloud city
I want you to know its been on my mind,
to weave a rope to fasten to the sky,
to feast in our great hall we climbed into, yet
I know I have everything that I need here
It has all vanished and reappears everywhere
The place was the people within it
