work in progress

I live in a house with hearts on the window
and
L
O
V
E
on the door.

graceful ladies in blue kimonos
climb up stairs with fans in their hands
the red heart of a home blooms
with flowers from outside the window
gifts, offered from tightly clutched fists,
stubby stems , flowers of white, fushia, pink

voyagers from kingdoms afar troop restlessly
through these hallowed doorways.
supplies tossed hastily aside
in favor of lemonade,
crinkly packages, and colored tubes of ice
these provisions secreted in pockets
the unconsumed remains of which appear in the laundry room linter
gooey, unrecognizable except for the plastic wrapping

shoes left disgraced in doorways
point in the direction of their owners
while socks strike out solo, all over
happy to be delivered from sweaty feet-prison

gardens outside roam unchecked
threaten to encroach indoors
a princess tree, unhindered, climbs to the parapets
reaching for 4 little princess’s windows on the 2nd floor
a ladder of green


sounds of life:
tinkle and clang,
giggle and screech,
thump and bang.

children everywhere