Turn left as soon as you can

Look for the broken caution sign

Tossed aside by the side of the road

When you reach the defaced stop sign

Keep going until you see

The traffic light

Hanging precariously

Stuck on red

Ignore it and

Ease on across looking both ways

When you arrive you’ll find

A doorway without a welcome mat

For stomping off the mud and dust

of what is right

Enter the house leaning left

Stop when you hear my rapier wit

welcoming you

carefully approach until I sheathe my weapons

Be at home then in this space

I’ve made my own.