Move Straight in
You can judge a new home by its boxes, its
It echoed at first, the acoustic smother that is stuff, our couches
Barracks for boys, I nod as we pass.
Open the bottle, I name this home Resilience.
People laugh when you say “Mortdale”, nearly
Les Wicks has toured widely and seen publication in over 250 different magazines, anthologies and newspapers across fifteen countries in nine languages. His eighth, most recent book of poetry is The Ambrosiacs (Island, 2009). His website is leswicks.tripod.com/lw.htm
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