Tonight's Poet Corner: Personal Bubble
Personal Bubble
by Belinda Roddie
Here in our tiny house,
we can stay isolated in a tiny space.
We tell stories in hushed voices because
any louder would be booming.
We play board games on the floor that
barely opens up to our miniature world.
Our backyard includes the hills behind us -
no one - no neighbors - will bother us there.
When we're done with quiet shenanigans,
up the scramped staircase we'll go,
and we'll sleep in a loft where the heat rises -
because what we need now is warmth.
by Belinda Roddie
Here in our tiny house,
we can stay isolated in a tiny space.
We tell stories in hushed voices because
any louder would be booming.
We play board games on the floor that
barely opens up to our miniature world.
Our backyard includes the hills behind us -
no one - no neighbors - will bother us there.
When we're done with quiet shenanigans,
up the scramped staircase we'll go,
and we'll sleep in a loft where the heat rises -
because what we need now is warmth.
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