I LIVE IN THE CORNERS
OF THIS HOUSE

-I live in the corners of this house
and watch out from every window
I collect memories of rain and night
always watching for another storm
If I die in my sleep
I would choose to here
where in summer the windows
are always open and the wind blows
leaves in circles below them
and sounds are peaceful
like the rains that come to wake me
from dreams I dream
If you come, it will have been long
since last we spoke, or felt the touch of hands
now dry and old of age
surely not fit for piano's landscape--
strumming the strings
of my broken heart again,
nor touching the long and darkened hair
that still hides me, from you now.

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