Micropoetry, Poetry Houses July 11, 2015 fhaedra Leave a comment Tall brights illuminating street lights everything’s new Enter this new house foreigner me I prefer old houses I grow by trees. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…