Boarded Up House
When we were through, I was a boarded up house Eaves weighted by debris Shutters listing to the side And water dripping in the hall Ghost…
When we were through,
I was a boarded up house
Eaves weighted by debris
Shutters listing to the side
And water dripping in the hall
Ghost shapes of furniture
Sheet-draped and desolate
As dust motes danced in weak light
Filtering in through the cracked windows
The screen door striking the house
With loud cracks as the wind blew…
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