The Moya View
Let the salt tearsstiffen your skin,the door rattle,the hinges sag,Hang your coatstiff on the hook.When the sun burns the house,warps the siding, blisters the paint,slap a new coat onbefore the sale.Let the rain rust the roof,water run through the seams.Put the fire outwhen it comeswith the bucketwith the hole.Lift the pailand feel the handlecut into your palm—the weight you carry free.
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