No sun on this dark house.
Home of shadow and shade. Where
the smoking breath doesn’t stay outside.

Sunrise over the water. Migratory foul
ripple the surface of glass. The view
framed by giant cedars; guards against
warm rays on this house.

Snowfall blankets the beach
a hiss in the water. Slush to
pull paddle away from that dark
home, sheltered from the purity of snow.

Decrepit house, slumping to the water,
perpetual clutter and cold grime that
drives insane. That mildews the walls,
molds desire.

No sun on this dark house.
Home of shadow and shade. Where
the smoking breath doesn’t stay outside.