The walls are falling

A compartment on a chicken foot. Inside: wardrobe, table, chair, bed. Bucket. Outside: line ladder – for me and cats. Hand winch for dogs. An anchor – if it had a wind. Veranda. On the porch, a rocker. Half my life I dream of a boot. I sit, rock, rock, and on my knees alternatively of a specified flinta – due to the fact that these are no longer times for flinta –...