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Tower
March 30, 2026
they’ve built a small tower in my basement
where the ice-mud forms crystal pillars
drainage not being quite right, granite slabs
a foundation long tested, doing fine
house jacked off two-hundred-year sills
because moisture didn’t treat ‘em well
but they’ve built a small tower in my basement
small bodies scraping away ice and mud
laying in Roman road layers to twelve feet
upon that placing stone upon stone
basement ceiling almost reached
their singing waking me some nights, at peace
we’ve built them access to our new grain bins
sharing to their hundreds an occupation
we play them our favorite tunes while working
classical and industrial becoming equal favorites
a few words here and there becoming common
between our up-and-down investments
they’ve built a small tower in my basement
advanced maths in circle where we might
if we so desire, step in, reduce size, mass
an abrogation of sectional scientific law
their children teaching us new melodies
our children teaching them new melodies
trading drawings in new-shared spaces
farm dwelling reseated upon new sills
making sure they’re not beyond foundation
while we dig new drainage, careful
that the basement, in hundred-year flood
won’t lay new mud where tower’s been lifting
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