A little house, a little house.
Heard from the yard:
fresh voices at the door.
A little house.
A little house.
The shelves that fill,
and cups along the board.
A little house.
Two chairs pushed close,
the crossword page filled out.
A little house.
Heard from the bed:
the hot wind all night long.
A little house.
The photos stare.
The phone shrills once and stops.
A little house.
Heard by no ear
the messages repeat.
A little house.