They are like people standing on a corner.
\nEmptiness fills them.
\nThey are lost,
\nwithout voices,
\nflowers washed with spray,
\na chair by the step.
\nHouses looking for people,
\nwith souls of their own.
\nPreening themselves for the buyer,
\nholding their breath,
\nswallowing the sigh
\ncoming from the barrenness
\nof their rooms.<\/p>\n
Like children looking for love,
\nbeing adopted.
\nNeeding the presence
\nof someone inside them,
\nwho cares,
\npushes up the windows.
\nPlants vegetables in back,
\ncleans the gutters.
\nWhile the house rejoices,
\ntells the sky,
\nI am not alone anymore.
\nI have been found.
\nI heard arguments last night
\nand the sounds of love,
\nchildren chased around my corners.
\nMail comes,
\nand I stand firmly in place.
\nI am a home again!<\/p>\n
That is what I see
\nin these houses with dark windows.
\nWaiting.
\nLonging.
\nUntil time pushes over their walls,
\nand only stones remain.
\nDig there,
\nand you will find a soul.
\nA place where people lived.
\nA house that sheltered a family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They are like people standing on a corner. Emptiness fills them. They are lost, without voices, flowers washed with spray, a chair by the step.…<\/p>\n