I have made my nest


in
Flats, tree houses, old offices
Crumbling mills
I have made my home
With enemies and disinterested disregarders
Alienating some
Infuriating others
Misunderstood and mistreated
my garden a concrete yard
A brick wall, the street
A roof, a carpark, acres of forest
The living only makes sense
With the loving
Otherwise it’s just

another set of keys.

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