Small House

Every since I've been so involved in loving the feeling of keeping a small house warm and clean

I'm not always aware that there are stars above stars just above that ceiling

Or that the rain gushing throws the trash into the street

Or that the wind in the dark parking lots at the moment holds a leaf to the fence

I sort of remember the world

But my small house is glowing

A car playing music drives by the window while I'm washing dishes in the vast night