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these four walls

four walls provide shelter.
protection from rain and sun.
a buffer from the cold and heat.
a quiet place to find rest.

four walls do not provide life.
it doesn’t seep from the foundation.
it doesn’t blow in through the cracks.
it doesn’t drip from the light fixture
every time it rains.

life is made from love and laughter.
life is forged out of respect and admiration.
life is built through trust and participation.

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the next best thing

new york calls to me in rain drops and puddles–
the pit pat tapping call to something more.
like your name on my lips, each pause intended.
each drop more important than the last.

but I know your song.
I know its volume and its capacity to fill.
it is not the rain which never ceases.

I am not suited by a place.
home is not tangible.
yet it is so easily described by tangible things.
things like you, new york.
and the next best thing.

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