Turnkey Construction
So many stones broken —
yet we build the house,
a beginning muscled
into shape. To cleave
at night under that
single roof, we agree to
leave open more windows,
air the difference between
this fact and that truth.
One of us prefers high walls
to open spaces. One of us
still resists coming clean.
Who holds the turnkey?
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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