Once there was a house with a green door and pale blue paint inside the window trim like eyeliner.
Someone chose this setting, built this house.
A hole was dug, a foundation poured.
Was there a great cheer the day the sill was nailed into place-- the excitement of a whole new life just beginning or, perhaps just a grunt and the rubbing of tired, calloused hands?
Paint the face white, redden the sides, but bring that green around the trim-- like garland, like holly.
A center chimney will keep us warm and cozy, won't it?
No bitter wind will put out the fire in our snug, little house, will it?
But ohh, they say.
The windows are the soul of a house.
You don't really believe that, do you?
Maybe once upon a time, a dog lived here. Or two.
*Sorry Wallace, I did it to you again.