A Hunt For Home

Dancing on silkscreen

Wings weighted by the

Worms it finds…. Fluttering away

First floor Heaven, second Hell

In between, there’s a world that shouldn’t be

Basement grounded cement moist

Attic heated surrounded by dust and plastic

As a child,

I was told fairy tales,

Where a family finds that perfect place,

To live, to love, to share

Today,

I believe I see all that here