The house is taking shape
Its roof and rafters
Its angles and shade
This feeling of home
Imbued in its textures
It climbs to the sky
A modern miracle
Crafted by artisans
Who measure and saw
And fit the design
But the house takes time
Its innards still bare
Window cutouts vacant
Soon to be filled
By vinyl and glass
And this hope leans in
A comfortable fit
Reaching out its arms
Like this slanting roof
Pointing up to heaven
Now the rain comes down
Pounding down from on high
Obscuring the obvious view
Turning shadows to fog
Sliding off its shutters
But I can imagine it now
This skeleton filled out
With laughter and dreams
The patter of feet
Coming down like rain
Because this is home
A future representation
Of a fascinating ideal
Its essence clearly evident
In this consequential shape
That needs a little more time.
Sam
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