House By the Lake
Incendiary tales
left at front steps
I open my door to sweep them out
Less I trip on them;
The wind howls and sweeps through
The cracks in my window
I let its whistling melody
Rock me to sleep deep;
The sun glares down at me
Daring me to open my gaze
And for an instance
I stare back in defiance
Less I go blind from non-compliance;
The moon emerges from a sleepy cloud
Highlighting a path for
dislocated crowds
Less they lose their way
in the winding grounds;
I beckon to butterflies
To amuse my visual fields
To nature’s natural beauty I yield;
Only to come awake
in a house by the lake
where I will contemplate
Serenity For all who have been dislocated;
Serenity for all who have been aggravated;
Serenity for all wishing to be
celebrated;
Serenity for all Humanity,
May you too dwell in a house by
the lake
Where you too may find shelter from
the hate…
Jacques Fleury is the author of Sparks in the Dark: A Lighter Shade of Blue, A Poetic Memoir and It’s Always Sunrise Somewhere and Other Stories.
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