What Inhabits a Home - Jan. 12, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jan 12
1 min read

her Palisades house

one of thousands burned

but it was hers

not just the stucco and tile roof

her favorite reading chair in the sunroom

or great-grandfather’s weathervane

not even the family photo albums

generational jewelry travel keepsakes

or the home-made wooden mailbox

it was the soul that inhabited it

protector comforter

oldest companion dearest friend

speaking to the reporter

outside its charred carcass

she chokes up

I pray it didn’t hurt

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