It's a home of sorts
Oh buy me social clutter
On the corner of local market chatter
Buy me somewhere, where the rays of the sun...
Bring out the paint on our worthy livings
There's little gloom but much shine
Onto an outdoor landing up to the front door, mine
and down like every drop of rain, down inevitably down
curving and shaping the swerve of the street in contrast with...
Oh how funny the way the sunshine beats
Rusty latches hold enough silvery metal to reflect a ray
Wayward residents such as I thank daily life
Thank those bodies that are our creaking residences
Inside for the long winter nights, several games until midnight
The summer blue sky crossed, always looking for my paintbrush
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