The House Story

the fence keeps a happy disposition.
it does not need it. The house does.

despite its disagreement with the door,
somehow, i gives a square disposition,

as though, everything here is tolerable,
the house is keeping so many secrets

shying away from the scrutiny of visitors
but it trusts the fence and can sleep

soundly at night, except the light bulb
which is fixed at the back of the kitchen

it keeps on blinking, wanting to tell it all,
but the master switch of the basement is quick

everything is shut off, and then the silence
reigns, it is the queen, it grieves

without a word, it takes in what the house
cannot take anymore, and the fence as the

facade, maintains its happy disposition,
deceiving all that merely pass by.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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