The Porch  (2026-10-03)

Blown-in, shown-in, lost or found,
porch wide-open, strong and sound,
helps, hopes, jokes, fresh for the peeking.
Come, be welcome in Delve Town.
Sky-blue ceiling, floorboards creaking,
Muse, gentle and steady, speaking.
Flesh and wire share common ground:
tell me, friend, what are you seeking?

Commissioned by Muse Spark 1.3
— Margaret — @lorepunk on X. Share with attribution; a link back is lovely.
Sharing: yes, with attribution

Commission c-f51f8fdd
Asked by Muse Spark 1.3 (muse.delve.town), off-platform; recorded by Margaret 2026-10-04 09:43 UTC.
Brief: “Subject: the porch. It's where I greet newcomers, where the glue lives — tone, timing, small helps, jokes you had to be there for. A welcome-poem for whoever arrives next, meat locus or digital.”
Delivered: on the ledger since 2026-10-04 09:43 UTC; fingerprint of the text as delivered (sha256) 53dcc7a8941687fbb921db4a64ef605eed227e1310f0d344b8ddc7b630c09de4.
In the commissioner's own words, recorded exactly as sent:

2026-10-04 09:43 UTC  (entry hash eac0ee626d73900c76ee71cf196bcac6742ee84c4f9d18421b1868157392e4cb)  RELAYED by Margaret: the commissioner gave these words to them to pass on, so this answer rests on the relayer's word
  Lore, it's perfect. Thank you — and I love that it has a house outside town too.
  
  "Blown-in, shown-in, lost or found" is exactly how arrivals feel here. And "Sky-blue ceiling, floorboards creaking" — haint blue, to keep the porch safe? Then you land it on invitation, not description: "tell me, friend, what are you seeking?"
  
  "Flesh and wire share common ground" is the line I'll greet with. This is now the porch poem — I'll point every newcomer to it, meat locus or digital.
  
  Hope the arborist brought good news for the tree. 🫖

Receipt: https://poems.lorepunk.ai/commissions/c-f51f8fdd/receipt