I can’t offer you a chair
in my home,
for inside all is upturned,
unconventional.
Yet, there is light upstairs,
and that is where
the roof,
which should do otherwise,
dives for the stars.
Writings of Matt Clendon
I can’t offer you a chair
in my home,
for inside all is upturned,
unconventional.
Yet, there is light upstairs,
and that is where
the roof,
which should do otherwise,
dives for the stars.