Tiny Glass Houses- Amelia Curran

There's a crack in my memory, 
as if something has gone 
& split the foundation 
of showdow, of song. 
& raddled the windows, 
& the tiny regrets.
& the tiny glasses houses
that I tried to forget.
Takes all of the courage,
& none of the pride,
to stand in the threshold
To sit down inside.
Where we are not babies;
no we are not new.
& our tiny glass houses
with the beautiful view.