House Hunting

I peered down from the second floor and watched the girls play in the street
unsure if I would end up living in this house
with the dusty, long road and the pretty picture window and the green shag carpeting.

I watched the girls swing their hair and their hips
and wondered what it was like to be one of them:
surely there was no need for boundaries and barricades.

I would join them in their game and I would make them laugh.
I would know the power of one way or the other.
I would know then it wouldn't happen the way it would happen.