Architect Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Smooth surfaces
Equipped with flush molding.
An enclosed door meant to absorb sound.
An acrylic gloss thinly painted.
Adhering to the side paneling.
Along the open window to accelerate drying.
A public notice published for public consumption.
Derived from eyes that seek.
A contract binding in exchange for shelter.
A place to belong.
Hands that incorporate furniture for comfort
staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
Weathering the elements that come as they may.
Rain, sleet, snow.
Sharp edges dull by the use of a belt sander.
Torn pieces of sand paper.
A house made into a home.
That was us before the public auction got hold
of the 'good' news