The Spirit House


There are

Spirits

In the house.

I think

I always

Knew

That-

Although

Had you asked

Me

In my youth

I

Might have said

Important ones

Only lived

Near cliffs

With gods

And nymphs,

Or

Held their courts

In deep

Green

Forests;

But

I did not

Think

Much else

Would deign

To live

With me –

Only smaller,

Quieter spirits.

Mine

Do not ride

On unicorns

Or dance

With mushrooms

In the dark;

Mine

Crawl along

The floor,

Or scurry

From the light.

They’re quiet

Mostly-

They do not want

To bother

Me,

And frankly

I’m okay

With that.

It’s just

Nice

To think

There are

Things

That wait

For my return.

I’d

Really hate

To live

Alone…

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