Not failed attempts at beauty or stating
But unique answers to specific questions.
Not how may I fit my family into the equation
But how will we make the mortgage
How much land will be allotted
and to whom? Not what can't I
Afford but how may we state the look of
Elsewhere or, How-Can-I-Make-Myself-Less
In the house but not of it, not grace, on a front
Lawn, stucco sophisticate glittering surface
Stuck sheet shocks sense into not reflection
But wood sliced beam better becomes a forest.
Can't see the trees. For the city. Could you move.
To the east. A little further. A little more.
What is the sum of 11 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.