Wednesday, September 24, 2014

cabin

 
 
 
 
door swung wide open
they hadn't been gone for long
all things still in place
 
II
 
door  fastened closed
 paint worn thin by wind and rain
did a curtain move
 
III
 
springtime came and I left
 I can  walk  past the cabin 
only in my dreams
 
IIII 
 
the garden is the lawn
the clapboards grey, curtains still
stone path slick with rain
 
V
loose gate hangs open
sweet scent of bees and flowers
 new key in my hand

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