User:AlikAlavi

I don’t know much about houses

I know they have their own nature, nothing else.

New at first, like babies

who play in gardens with the tassels of the sun.

they embroider colored shutters and shining doors

over the day.

When the architect’s finished, they change,

they frown or smile or even grow stubborn

with those who stayed behind, with those who went away

with others who’d come back if they could

or others who disappeared, now that the world’s become

an endless hotel.