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My new castle

Posted to Action Poetry

In my new place,
boatlights sparkle
out my window,
in still life perfection,
reflecting on the evening's
sexy riverbed.
I couldn't ask
for anything
better than this.
The air is light here
in my new castle,
with it's gracious
caring ghosts,
trying not to make
creaking sounds on
on the shiny
wooden floors.
That cat marvels,
sorely entertained by
things I can't see,
only sense,
with relief.
What was that
year last year,
in the house I loved
last year?
And who was I that year?
And who am I now,
in my high ceilinged
victorian elegance,
groovin to dinah W,
singing caravan.