Penny Ante Shanty

What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on? - Thoreau

One window.

One door.

Dirt floor.

Nothing more.

Moss carpets the roof of my humble abode.

Crooked leaning but standing.

Seasons come and go.

With whatever they choose to bestow.

Snow melts and rain flows.

Sarcastic sun burns and plastic clouds dissolve.

Back and forth continuance of mighty day and cowardly night.

Along with fleeting visits by both wrong and right ...