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The Safe House

by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

This house of lunar rock and willow bark
Sounds like trap-wounded wolfsong in the dark,
Tastes like unfiltered hornet honey,
Smells like burnt leaves, counterfeit money.

This house of mood-stone floor and stained glass
Says footprints fade and sharp grudges pass.
Is love a chess game, minefield, trapeze, a tether?
Have you a jacket for apocalypse weather?

Spy on Balcony
Spy on Balcony
by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

Copyright © 2013 by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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