The Green Bungalow On The Moon Poem by Fabio Caparelli
The Green Bungalow On The Moon
My bungalow has many stories, but most of them are blue,
My garden has a secret and I'm guarding it from you.
Walk up the stairs and stare out the back window;
I will be hiding in the tall grass.
Indoors, the war claims another life.
He is a solar panel. She is a windmill.
My sun has now set, and his son is dead.
A tornado is coming and the bungalow is a little more red.
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4/25/2024 4:33:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well Larry, your bungalow certainly has some decor deformities