House


House
The front door lets you in,
sometimes she is locked with fear of men taking what is inside
The windows are open on sunny days
with screens held in place to keep the bugs away
I have been bitten by the wasp that waits outside
They stay open when the rain comes,
but the thunder makes us hate having ears
my sister and I race to shut them
No use yelling back
no lighting for proof but we know what we’ve heard
When we see the colors shine on the wooden floor
We laugh at the apologetic sky
We’re eager to move to a safer house
With shutters to clasp
Though we know to not be frightened
There are warmer places
yards with healthy soil
So, the flowers can bloom

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