My House

A vine drapes the fence

in its cool enthusiasm,

stemmed cascade.

My skin

has collapsed in flounces,

in anticipation.

•

Look how I change the subject

without changing,

I appear to say — 

which seems like nothing

but is practice

for the bigger change

to come.

•

My mind is just

like the stance

and disposition of these trees — 

dense, sparse, conical,

lopsided, frilly

(as was the mind

of the tenant before me