PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

broke the mold

I tried every room

slept in the bathtub too
I wanted to encase her in a glass walls
before anyone else had tried
but the fungus grew too fast
among us we grew too slow
Van cover - how do I make it  
not elsewhere, but here?
emerald light, not glitter bits
O brooder of woods
became a door, a window, a bridge
for a forest - I'll listen, I'll love, I'll weep  
and I will fail elsewhere, but never here.

Elijah Martin

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Student 1st, teacher 2nd, reader too, poet three.