So it is finished,
And so it begins ...
The house is alive,
Ghost-hosted,
The central swing moves again
On its own
—Another story!
The birds laugh louder than before
And maybe their joke
Is not quite so private,
And maybe we know each other
Near enough
To what we think
When we form a new punchline
And throw
Towards the pucker
We're still convinced,
Despite how wrong
Each day
Predictably as sunrise
Proves us,
Is our own.
