Wall of Heat
In this pressing heat
I notice each creak
Of stretching and settling
In the walls where I keep
Myself and my stuff
Which are silent enough
To help me observe
Noises often unheard
Do they portend collapse
Or simple sighing, perhaps
Subtle movement of moments
Summer lumbering past
–April Resnick
Red House by Mike Rooney
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