Split-foyer (new houses poem)

Split-foyer

Up or down

but they stay in the middle

when there is no hurry

no walls no new normal

a high ceiling for reaching

rooms are enough for closeness

and sharing the turn-about outside

to say not on the straight and narrow

railing to see through and hold

the center cut of a drop-off

flat emotion to waiting and wanting

every deck from the kitchen

is the escape into personal growth

matched in color tired of beds

in silence or in blaring sun

home makes the changes

you live with.

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Wow very nice poem!

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