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(In this poet’s rather extensive experience, most of the deeply feared homeless are actually those who walked peacefully away from irresoluable conflict, leaving the real wrongdoers in possession of all comforts plus the social credibility with which to successfully make any claim afterward that they wished to about the absent parties ~ including that they don’t really want a home and would actually prefer the twenty four hour suffering of shelterless fear and humiliation.

In the past when this poet has been able to overcome poverty, marginalization, constant efforts by “well meaning” family to undermine her and our abysmally misleading public records system to actually have a home, she treasured and cared for it so well that visitors would pause at the doors of even the meanest rooms, looking around at their cracked windows, peeling paint, sloping floors and cigarette-burnt rental furniture, and breathe, “What a beautiful space…”)

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Recorded Reading (1:20): https://www.dropbox.com/s/gyrj8fnksk0nswj/Fleeting%2C%20Sweet%20Sensation.mp3?dl=0

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Fleeting Sweet Sensation

I’ve spent my days a wanderer
Mostly made to roam
Though on the way I’ve constructed
Many a lovely home

Sometimes one room a mansion in
Sizeable, of solid wall
So life occur at will within
And I don’t have to hear it all

Other times that room
At one half or one third the size —
Others with but a curtain
To protect me from bypassers’ eyes

Sometimes with not even that
A simple corner of a room —
Arrange my bags for color
Drape my scarves upon the broom

Oh, I’ve made homes in teepees
And in yurts and trailers, and
To a geodesic dome
I’ve even put my hand

I’ve made many a camp
In deep woods, or some roadside by
And turned the backs of trucks into
Inviting nests in which to lie

Everywhere I go
The very first thing that I do
Is put the pretty things up front
The plainer ones away from view

And seek just for a moment
Ere once again away it go
That fleeting, sweet sensation
That I have a home to know

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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