PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Failed attempts at restructuring 

the roof this morning
in the rain

How it sits
my family flashing lights into the chimney
trying to see

it 
 seeps
     through the roof joists
and drips on the land
still upright tree wood (branches?)
drifting from the floor sill

Can I afford cross-beams?

How can I emulate the bark
of elsewhere, rootless timbers?

I stand on the front lawn,
window frames sophisticated.

All those glittering bits of glass
it's ok 
the housewood that reminds
of wood before its felling. Once more,
this time it's appropriate, with feeling.

                our real needs
                      answer
      
you                   age
does not profit us
                      the hillside trees
leak also        
         the rain
      down to their roots

Jehan Prouvaire

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