This rarity of house for which you made a choice
Opens its fish-luck door to passage of air.
Child-like island paintings beckon here there.
Whistle of kettle, built echoes are jazz noise.
Books ask to be read, they picture the world
Those windows hint at, squares of plum and elm.
Cat on cushion is averse to overwhelm,
That’s for the doona through winters, warm curled.
Kitchen’s the best room, pantry of spices,
Or bless’d studio maybe, laughter and quests:
Any room with habits rather than rules.
You don’t envy people with towers or pools.
You live in your own tower of charmed suggests,
Float from door to garden, free of devices.
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