I’ve been building a house
in your eye.
Pueblo style
on the edge of your pupil.
Someday I’ll retire there,
sit quiet and still.
At the edge of the dark
I’ll wait for echoes.
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My name is Jake Tucker, welcome to my poetry blog. Feel free to comment.
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