Inside: A Poem

The house is in levels. Inside, the dust caked on
every surface like protection of a past worth
savoring. Inside, at the base, there is life on the
stove, fulfillment around the dining room table,
excitement careening through the living room to the
outside where his father worked the grill like a chef.
Inside, humanity laughed, bubbled, spun like
electricity from brick to roof.

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