A Space Beautiful

I sleep in a beautiful structure
After years of apartment life
My child shies from all flying insects
My wife says there's mice and there's bees
But the sun pokes its face through the skylight
And the wind plays among the tall trees.

When dawn comes to wake the horizon
The brown deer come closer to graze
There's basketball in the back garden
And soccerball in the front drive
So much green, so intense and inviting -
It reminds you of being alive.

There's a place to set up the computer
And a porch to write poems alone
With a chair for the weary commuter
To stretch out his limbs and to moan
And even though it's only rented
It's a space beautiful to the senses -
I could almost think of it as home.

poem by Frank Bana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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