Veronica and the dream house

by kvennarad

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I offered to build Veronica a house,

she shook her head, told me to build her

one in my dreams; I made it in virtuality instead,

a modular thing, oh the empty echo. I recall

her last: I will my poverty to the streets.

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I wondered how many virtual homeless

I could shelter, my eyes old, my memory running,

rippling, youthful, endless water.

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©Marie Marshall