stair shadow pipes
When the pipes leak
the water has its way with the wood
cold tears in the kitchen
there is a medicine mirror
reflecting the humidifier hum
and the mops slosh
the piano waits for hands to tune and tickle its keys
on another floor
to sing again in this house where children were raised
to play with the bang of hammers
the whisper of rollers spreading new paint
dance shoes and little running feet
the knock knock of trick or treat
lovers in the moon light cheek against cheek
play again play again
sleep her
wake her
make her