New Poems 1

 

 

Warm-Housing

By

Leslie Golding Mastroianni

 

The two will rise up to the sky ballooned by warm currents of air

Air is to breathe apart and together while the two sing songs and hold hands.

Hands not only for holding but helping and building and making

Making a dream that is called a Dream of digging and flowers and bricks.

Bricks hold well their walking boots and others come and join

Join with the two that is more than the two and the circle is wreathed with red.

Red is our blood and what makes us strong but it’s also the color of love

Love is two red hearts made one and the roof is stout over their heads.

Heads that think powerful thoughts flying up and circle the house like swallows

Swallows always return every year and swooping they never collide.

Collide will the two oh yes they will but the price is more than affordable

Affordable for warming and housing and Dreaming/ the two will always be two.

 

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