No. 5 Cairnhill Road
It’s not even their house, it’s just
“temporary”; Father calls it home;
Mother disagrees by not nodding;
Child just wants to take her toys
out of the box and play house.
When a cloud passes in front of
the sun and there’s a smell of a wet
storm in the breeze; when all is dim
in shadow for a while, Child pauses,
suddenly realizes: she’s all by herself
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