on stilts so the tides couldn't take it
of brick so the winds wouldn't shake it
with spiky bushes so the burglars
would go another way.
a door with a real doorbell
an attic with a semi real ghost
and in the kitchen,
miniscule toast from a retro toaster.
children were there
albeit rather still.
with snowshoes, cherry carcoats
and no bills
came in the mail; no need of pay
not even on a Saturday
with the color tv tuned
to the one felicitous channel.
and even by noon
the plastic ice cream
molded to the plastic spoon.
mary angela douglas 28 july 2016