(There are centipedes in the basement,
I don’t want to upset you, but how will we ever Feel at home upstairs? I mean, In the living room, we’re charming and clever, And have been for so many years. It would Be nice to regain that space, to see What’s down there, old relics, embarrassing Childhood pictures, bric-brac, debris,) I think we would feel more comfortable Upstairs. Throw open the windows and let Some sun in here, you know, that crisp Warmth that comes with the first violet, Then everything is there all at once, And even as they change, they are all Still. We are walking through a world Or a world is walking through us. The thrall Is gone, a squirrel came through the window And ate our bread. Across the street, The pine doesn’t move. It just seems more green, The sidewalk’s old cracks in the concrete.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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