The Yellow House as God
       

Saffron cube comets lick,
orbiting the binary system
Heart-and-Mind.

Door knocker glinting
like a little dead star's
cheeky Eagle Scout grin.

If the man comes through and sends
the telescope for Christmas
how can the woman level

and explain the farthest things
to the boy? The floor having drifted out
from under them so gradually.

The way years went.
Face first into the basin of stars.
A gesture. A something. Consent.

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