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furnished rooms flats a hayloft a tent mo

furnished rooms flats a hayloft
a tent motels under a table
under an overturned rowboat in a villa (briefly) but not
as yet a yurt. In these places
he has slept eaten
put his forehead to the window glass
looking out. He""s in a stilt house now
the water passing beneath him half the day
the other half it""s mud. The tides
do this they come they go
while he sleeps eats puts his forehead
to the window glass.
He""s moving soon his trailer to a trailer park
or to the priory to live among the penitents
but in his own cell
with wheels to take him when it""s time
to go to boathouse houseboat
with a little motor putt putt
to take him across the sea
or down the river
where at night anchored by a sandbar
at the bend
he will eat sleep and press his eyelids
to the window
of the pilothouse
until the anchor hauling hour
when he""ll embark again
toward his sanctuary harborage saltbox

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