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Where once was gravitas now, a tree falls, into the highway, and me,I go up and down

the stairs, I figure I may as well be humble, finally under the grief of homeownership, far

from the stars, the skies I've looked to, now, it's the foundation, seeing how the house is

put together, a world away from my heart or is it the same, a garden, a multiple thing,

always, coming up from underneath, almost always without warning, a midwinter gift,

grasping, calling it love, again, pulling the screwdriver out, the saw, the electricity



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/katie_yates.html.]