Estate

This home is well-built
But it is roofless
And so all the furniture inside is grumpy.
We reupholstered our philosophy, but couldn’t shake the rocking-chair’s resolve.
Outside, to the open, un-walled pavement,
It looks,
And longs for shorter curbs to cradle its cushions.

Walls are merely meant to impound when the roof is conspiring against us.