Room

by Bob Schwartz

Room

I wake to find
A new room in the house
Down the hall
Past the kitchen.
Should I live there
Move some things from elsewhere
Everything from elsewhere
Until it is stuffed
Floor to ceiling
The rest of the house empty?
Outside
It seems fitting
To level it
The seed will sow
The rain will fall
Grass will grow
I will lay still awake
Dreaming of no rooms.

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