make it so
in santa fe
our little house had a blue door
a bit of outside space
to sit and read have coffee or tea
our apartment lacks outdoor space
we use the park
though less convenient
it serves our needs not lin's
she came to us
well after our time in santa fe
she wants a home
a house it appears time to uproot
saying the words
does not make it so we cannot picard
our way to a new abode
we cannot beam ourselves up
one day becomes the next effortlessly
entropy = passivity
we must engage in the process
resistance is futile
Poetry by one trick pony
Written on 2026-10-03 at 23:34
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