A fifty-word poem, illustrated with photographs.
By Kevin Somers
Published November 17, 2016
We cut holes in the wall
Right where I write
They let in light, breeze...
I watch the garden
Search birds, words, good(,) God... amongst trees
Many layers from inside to out
The first was in 1894
Because they used newspapers as insulation
We sure have improved habitation
(Thanks, Claire, for photos.)
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