2020.12.24.
She, who is living in a draught
She, who is living in a draught,In an empty house that is cross draft,
On fingers, three crass rings handcraft -
Iron guarantee to get questions.
Elbow angles and shoulders slant -
The homeless soul’s angularity.
In corners, there’s weeping, laughter, talk.
Fine - regardless of woe or joy,
She loved - so what if, at first, they’d cling
And then go away, she was always knowing.
Endless discomfort was her following
And follows her it does, whistling.
She has seen it all in her life.
But, hasn't learned all lessons...
Silent, to the stray pup love offers
Her childlike extended hand.