We mapped our house
in a township
with a lake
and a preserve
for native species...
Then structures came on wheels
manufactured halves
parked in a cul-de-sac
while the foundation cured
waiting the arrival
of the cranes...
When the schedules converge
on that day... in this plat:
the dwelling,
planned by convention and
executed in compliance,
is lifted in place...
May the process of completion
the prospect of residence...
engage and enrapture us...
Until when,
if ever,
in early light
we are startled by waders
lifting from among the water lilies.
~ Circa 1993
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Great Poem. Brought back that feeling of building my 1st (and only) ‘brand new’ home, (a two bedroom cabin) which I no longer own. How exciting it was watching the process of it being built.. :)
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Liked the twist in that poem.
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