

I like the
semi-coiled garden hose,
and the wood pile outside
the wide front door.
There's something to be said
about a house in its transition
from winter to spring.
during winter, things
get a bit disheveled, overgrown.
green spouts of weeds and broken
clay pots often litter the garden.
A kind of wild west out back.
I mean,
who really wants to live
in a glossy magazine spread,
when imperfections can
be so liberating.