Uphill To The Right

Uphill To The Right

Uphill to the right
You'll find
The house I built
In my prime
With cedar shingles
And tall glass to watch
The North Atlantic
Gnaw these rocks,
And in the courtyard
On a bench inscribed
Four words,
Man is a passerby.

 

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