2006/breeze

An actual breeze
this morning,
I opened all
the French
doors.
From where I
sit I can look
through the living
room into the
bedroom.
I love to do that.
It makes the
house feel like
camping.
Like Mexican
houses squared
around a courtyard.
Though ours is
only half of
a square.

My family almost
bought a house
like that once
outside Mesa,
Arizona.
I was enchanted
by it,
thirteen at the
time, the room
that would have
been mine so
far away and
private.

7/30/06