Monday, August 30, 2010

response


A bouquet of tangled wildflowers,
tiny seahells in a bird's nest,
empty glass canning jars,
silence and peeling wallpaper and
the residue of so much emotion
in this weathered wooden house
on a hill, filled with radiant light
and vanished dreams,
the black horse wandering lost,
the apples ripe on the ground.
EMZ

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