The Sometime House

By Carrie Karnes-Fannin

A sometime house dreams 
of man, woman, boy, girl as 
sweet summer arrives. 
 
At dawn dolphins play,
fishermen throw silver nets, 
and the house awakes. 

Man, woman, boy, girl 
fill rooms with golden pancakes 
and sticky laughter. 

White curtains flutter 
and bees hum as the sun warms 
the old cottage's face. 

Small hands dig sand and 
man, woman, boy, girl’s tender 
gritty toes trudge home. 

Under lazy rains 
the worn boards shift and settle, 
but the old house stands. 

Golden leaves dropping, 
creaking rocking chairs hold close 
man, woman, boy, girl. 

Fiery foxes hunt 
while boats sleep on the black bay. 
House shutters its eyes. 

A bare pale cottage 
dreams of man, woman, boy, girl-- 
sweet summer come back. 
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