I don’t understand the house that sits
Below mine, as smoke pours out of its
Roof and an old man in a tattered shirt
Sweeps dirt in pergatorian perpetuity.
Everything about the house is strange,
From its smell to its layout and language
Bouncing off weirdly placed walls. It is
A house from another planet, inhabited
By an alien people, and yet, somehow,
I am the stranger in this land, observing.
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