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What Inhabits a Home - Jan. 12, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 12
  • 1 min read

her Palisades house

one of thousands burned

but it was hers

 

not just the stucco and tile roof

her favorite reading chair in the sunroom

or great-grandfather’s weathervane

 

not even the family photo albums

generational jewelry   travel keepsakes

or the home-made wooden mailbox

 

it was the soul that inhabited it

protector   comforter   

oldest companion   dearest friend

 

speaking to the reporter

outside its charred carcass

she chokes up

 

I pray it didn’t hurt

 
 
 

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