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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Children are Long Gone


Brilliant yellow light
Streams through my kitchen window--
Illuminating.





Squirrel skitters on branch,
Always racing back and forth--
A Squirrel-Go-Round.




Warm smell of cow shit
Welcomes me this cool morning
As Alfred watches.




Sliding on shadows,
Pickup drives on dappled road.
The shadow remains.



Children are long gone,
Grown up or just moved away;
Still the sign remains.




Through two large windows
A tree in the back yard is seen
In the empty house.


 



 The sumac is gray;
 Winter, cars and growing old
Have contributed.




Striped with dark shadows
Twisting road is a flat snake
Squirming to slide free.














































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