You Are Where You Live: A Senryu

Some say you build a
house where you rest your tired bones.
His rocks fall like bricks.

The little droplets
dribbling down the rounded face
remind him to welcome

with a jute welcome
mat his new friends, inscribed with
encouraging words.

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