Yes, I remember the house
Yes, I remember the house, I remember it all,
The heavy curtains and the whitewashed wall,
A battered Venus shivering in the trees,
Her plaster hands hiding her nakedness,
And every evening the descending sun,
Washing the roofs, the grass, the window pane,
Fell open like a sheaf, spilling its light
And watched us sit at table half the night:
We hardly spoke, watching the shadows crawl
Across the frugal board and in the hall.
Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick
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