This house is sentient, light with rapture,
replete with canny, familiar ghosts.
This house has been indifferent
to vicissitudes of human fortune:
train wreck and famine, siege and tsunami.
The grounds have diminished. From the residue,
you have made an L-shaped paradise:
rhododendron, camellia, nasturtium,
eucalyptus – a global gazetteer.
On some summer nights, the pomaded air
heavy still with heat,