Chicken on my lawn,
Pecking away like it's hers;
(Well, maybe it is.)
Wooden chimes, long still,
Soundless on the empty porch;
No breezes help it.
Mushroom and a leaf--
Strange companions on the lawn.
Girl sings on the road.
Warm smell of manure
Floats out from the busy barn.
Where there's shit, there's life.
It's the same old fence,
Not made worse by hurricane,
But not made better.
Red leaves and brown ferns--
Anomalies in the woods
Just for the moment.
Two cars race past me
In opposite directions;
A strong jolt of fear.
Abandoned no longer
House has a new guardian
Who pays attention.
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