by Barbara Brooks
The doorframe stands empty,
poison ivy creeps the outside.
The siding warps into weary smiles,
studs peek through the empty spaces.
Wall paper hangs; a faded flower
dying of neglect. Stairs creak in time
with my slow climb to the second floor.
Windows sag like veiled eyes.
In the sun's rays, dust motes sift downward.
Peeled open, the metal roof lets spring rain
pepper the dusty floor. Winter snows will
cover the lost.
BARBARA BROOKS, author of “The Catbird Sang” and “A Shell to Return to the Sea” chapbooks, is a member of Poet Fools. Her work has been accepted in Avalon Literary Review, Chagrin River Review, The Foundling Review, Blue Lake Review, Granny Smith Magazine, Third Wednesday, Shadow Road Quarterly, Indigo Mosaic Muddy River Poetry Review, Boston Literary Magazine and on line at Southern Women’s Review, Poetry Quarterly, Big River Poetry, Agave Magazine among others. She currently lives in North Carolina with her dog.
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