From the collection published in 2022, Writing Notebook 2021.
These poems are from 4/7/21.
358.
the house said,
you’re in luck.
I have windows
359.
a smiling face
dignified and unwary
who didn’t suspect
360.
Deep in thought
shaking in the wind
suspicious again.



The first one! (K)
My brain did that thing it sometimes does of connecting the individual poems into one narrative and so now I have this idea of a naive, wide-eyed house becoming cynical and jaded as it observes and experiences life within its walls.
I love this idea. Rereading the three, it works out so well. And I have no idea since I don’t number the poems in the order I made them, just as they are piled when I assign numbers from the session. There is that connection serendipity thing working again, I think.