A fifty-word poem, illustrated with photographs.
By Kevin Somers
Published November 17, 2016
We cut holes in the wall
Right where I write
They let in light, breeze...
I watch the garden
Search birds, words, good(,) God... amongst trees
Many layers from inside to out
The first was in 1894
I swore
Because they used newspapers as insulation
We sure have improved habitation
(Thanks, Claire, for photos.)
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