rebuild from memory
the plans I drew
when I was eight
on playground dust
when all lay ahead
the extra room
just to read
separate from the rest
an escape
with made-up names
for special rooms
in the woods
people come and never stay
loneliness is irrelevant
open to new memory
draw on loam
near where I live
images of what I think
a light that only I see
a guide imagined
a relief
to give freely
The Word Rummager 
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