No failed attempts at beauty or judging.
Unique answers to certain questions.
How may I fit my family into the rainbow?
How will we make the mortgage?
How much land will be given,
and to who? What can't I provide?
How may we shape the look
of elsewhere? How do I make myself less
abstracted? In the house but not of it.
Jesus of a front lawn, stucco sophisticate.
All that glitters stuck in the surface.
Sheet shocks emotion into reflection.
Wood sliced into log better becomes
the forest. Can't see the trees for the city.
Could you move to the west? A little closer?
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.