A muzzled noise,
and a frightened
look, and a tranquil
place, filled with
water and rust.
A shiney toy,
with broken wheels,
still the child plays,
in the middle of the
yard.
mama picks him up,
daddy pats his head,
and the door swings
open, and this house,
becomes a home again.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misfits-at-home/
