BUILDING
He constructs a house
from each day’s materials.
When the sun sets
he carries each shining experience
and sets them out like stones.
The floor could be blue
with his best actions.
Something wild
could make a wall,
and all the surprises
could be the steps between floors.
A wish could be a window
to see out of,
his feelings could flow
through the faucets
like life-giving water.
The roof could be the realization
that stars stay
where they are forever.
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