The most charming trait of human minds
Is the difference between what we see while reading same lines
‘Mary’s yellow house behind iron gates’
You see a Mansion and I see a Cape
Your vision of grandeur is not incorrect
My humble cottage is not more select
Don’t tell me I can’t have a porch ‘round my home
This is my yellow house! Go build your own!
I see Mrs. Smith’s brick walk at 105 Pine
Is yours made of slate? That’s perfectly fine.
My house has a black door and cast-iron rails
Don’t ruin my view with your private details
These visions reflect our individuality
Married with a writer’s unique artistry
An intimate dance that changes each time you look
That’s the miraculous splendor of reading a book