Still Life with Relocation

Perhaps the house is not the point,

yet everything points to the house:

a pair of arrows shaped like matching ears, 

directions to preclude confusion when

driving along the roadway. Palms, too, decor, 

swirls that could be pool wavelets or faux grass,

maybe genuine green beyond the mono-

chrome of suggestion to the bountiful

eye on possibilities like what to do 

with kin sensory faculties that seek

and pursue the means to please the body 

in some location the imagination 

draws down from the prevailing ether under

the influence of postcards and eager mind.