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HOUSE HUNTING by Susan Coronel

The downstairs guest room migrates
into the slipstream, tumbling
over insolent rocks. The past beats back
an armchair, mounts a leather sofa,
attaches the coffee table to a leash
and runs across the street.
Here, bright-tongued finches
ripple under the eaves, the history
of my children’s lives chronicled
room to room. Regret will accompany me
alongside unruly bushes, narrow closets,
a swimming pool full of algae and bubbles.
Stretching out of the familiar is like being a vine
that clings to a wall even as it wants
to bust out, beat a retreat, cut and run.
I am wherever my feet are planted.
Does it matter the address, size of the yard,
angle of the sun as it hits the windowpanes?
Susan Coronel Author

Susan Michele Coronel lives in New York City. She owns and directs a preschool/daycare center and organizes enrichment programs for school-aged children. She has a B.A. in English from Indiana University-Bloomington and an M.S. Ed. in Applied Linguistics from Queens College (City University of New York). Her poems have appeared in Prometheus Dreaming, Newtown Literary, The Ekphrastic Review, Passengers Journal, California Quarterly, and Street Cake.

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