The grove of trees beside our house
shields the city back. The honeysuckle
sprawls and covers us from our unsightly
neighbors; peering like a sea of eyes
from the looming apartment complex.
From the fire pit, the house towers
almost impossibly tall, looking while
the west side sparkles with a thousand
different colored lights.
A home to so many – sectioned off into
separate dwellings – each radiating a
different kind of energy.
The porch, lifted above the sidewalk,
provides the high-ground should any dare
to storm the castle gates. Though, we are
often too tipsy of guardsmen for such an
I will not soon forget this place I’ve lived.
I will not run from nor regret. The couple
that I share it with, are the best I’ve ever met.
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Don’t ever stop writing Ty! 👌
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