A Home Near Edgewood
The halls are empty.Silence traverses every room.
Darkness occupies each corner.
Dust lies upon the few pieces
Of scattered, broken furniture.
From without, a setting sun's light
Washes the walls in which windows are placed.
Cobwebs hang from the ceiling:
The spiders moved not long ago.
Mold lines the outer edges of the kitchen sink.
The patio out back is covered with dead leaves.
Overgrown grass and entangled weeds surround it:
A garden snake can be seen slithering pass an anthill.
Dominating the yard are two large trees
(Perhaps oaks, perhaps elms)
That send leaves falling on top of the roof,
Which is moist and rotten.
However, the dining area left to the kitchen
Contains installed shelves, -- for books maybe;
Perchance for pictures and whatnots:
A miniature nutcracker made of wood,
And colored blue and red.
In the front is a small veranda,
Looking out onto a quiet neighborhood,
Where lights can be spotted from blocks away
at Christmas time; and where inflatable witches,
Carved out pumpkins, and smiling scarecrows
Can be seen on Halloween....
In the backyard there is a garden,
Where one can spend pleasant afternoons on Saturdays,
Wearing knitted gloves and planting flowers,
Using a hand trowel and fertilizer.
It was for sale:
"I will buy it at any price,"
I told the owner.
Words by M. Gegishov
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Written on 2005-08-10 at 08:32
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