Backdoor Sliders
I take a break from my last chore
to peer through glass, ceiling to floor.
For though a view I never lack,
my house’s eyes are all in back.
I watch the gardener cut and trim,
the locksmith to the right of him.
One scrubs the algae from the pool—
a craftsman polishing his jewel.
A man on ladder repairs the wall,
the tree-trimmer the highest of all.
See how we tend her outer skin–
they without and we within?
Yolanda sweeps the terrace floor,
then comes inside to sweep some more.
Inside I watch and labor, too,
for there are many tasks to do.
I dust and gather detritus,
smooth out wrinkles, straighten muss.
Three days a week we labor so
until I wonder if I know
which is the owner and which the thing
that luxury and comfort brings?
Dear house, is it you that harbors me,
or am I here to maintain thee?
The Boss:↓↓
RDP’s prompt for today is looking out of my backdoor. Since I did this prompt three years ago, I decided to reprint that post today. I had forgotten it. Hopefully, if you’ve been following me for that long, you have, too.
Fun one. Thanks Judy.
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Wow, yes, it kind of makes you wonder …
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I’ve always believed, the house chooses her mistress. And you have honored yours.
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A house truly chooses Her Mistress, and you have honored yours.
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Ah thanks.. It knew I was going to be a patsy.
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A nice revisit Judy 🙂 Thanks for a glimpse out of your backdoor (again)
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Thanks, Bushboy. Drop by again sometime and I’ll show you my front yard!
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That’s a great offer Judy. I may just do that 🙂
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You have done so well with the prompt
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Thanks, Derrick.
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