Dream Moving

I pack and move every night
dream-hunt for apartments
always a hole somewhere
a missing wall
wing of raw beams unfinished
a basement down rickety stairs
not to be entered
something scurries, I desperately
plug up cracks
the floor gapes up, uneven
separating.

Once on a hill next to the ocean
a blue and white house
with open arches
tiled mosaic floor and sweeping rooms
the breeze blew through
outside sea grasses and dunes.
It cannot be for me I thought
and did not stay.

Kim Hodges


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