Title:
broken baluster canted east and stuck, point up amongst the sheetrock and glass, the glitter in the grass, the failed foundation, the concrete chunked up and useless – in this a field mouse builds a house of dry grass and fabric remnants, string, strips of brown cassette tape in the rain that sparkles with the passing light of car headlights and gas-powered streetlamps - it’s this we overlook: the special in the dirt, the mouse and the magpie’s version, the crow wheeling overhead on the lookout for carrion and chips
broken baluster canted east
and stuck, point up amongst the sheetrock
and glass, the glitter in the grass,
the failed foundation, the concrete
chunked up and useless – in this
a field mouse builds a house
of dry grass and fabric remnants, string,
strips of brown cassette tape in the rain
that sparkles with the passing light of car
headlights and gas-powered streetlamps -
it’s this we overlook: the special
in the dirt, the mouse and the magpie’s version,
the crow wheeling overhead
on the lookout for carrion and chips
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What is the sum of 7 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.