Стихи и рассказы в категории House. Читать онлайн

Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed at home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine-tooth comb.

My house is the red earth; it could be the center of the world. I’ve heard New York, Paris, or Tokyo called the center of the world, but I say it is magnificently humble. You could drive by and miss it. Radio waves can obscure it. Words cannot…