We Walked In Oak Cliff
We walked in oak cliff
Down a street, Rosemount I believe
a house, a dream
we released this home
It breathes,now
underneath
plastic, siding
we conceive
a life, a child
That’s her room
she could play
My studio
With windows
build
a entry way
windows
the kind that stick
and resist Your fist on the frame
But life exists
In wood floors
A scratch, on buffet
what stories they tell
what treasures in age
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