Two Houses

Yesterday's house,
where I used to live
was warm
with brick, and mellow wood.

Sounds bounced
softly
back and forth,
to blend with living words.

Yesterday's house
does not remember me.

Today's house
is cold and bleak
with steel,
and pitted stone.

Sounds clash,
as havoc reigns...

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poem by Robert Reldan
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