Tuesday, February 12, 2019

The Steps Lead Up


Like a tree that's dying
and takes years to fall down,
our neighbor's house now
that the old man is gone who
patched the roof in his 80's
yard now overgrown, 
porch torn off, lingers 
while the walkway still leads up
to the flamingo-embellished screen door.
Our neighbors' old home,
is falling in on itself while offering
its extant welcome.

Ⓒ 2014

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