new house

our pens have dreamt of a new house

as much as we have

your spoon has traced dreams

across the surface of breakfast tea

a little rooftop, little curtains

in the silence of seven a.m.

I wiped away your whining and

wrote it in a binder:

even your tears have

windows and chimneys


tubas will sound

cars will come to life

take us to a new house

revving their engines, puffing their lungs

prompting goosebumps across us

all choiring, a new house!

a place to build beds!

I think you would kiss my

shoulder at the sight

of a new house

Ben Ladouceur