scarecrow in the yard,
eviction notice on the door.
the walls stripped bare
smell of ham and beans,
the sounds of laughter
and crying trapped
in the cobwebbed corners.
across the street a homosexual
man peeks through the curtains,
his breath of amaretto and nuts...
watching the old man and woman
pack the remnants of a life
into a car, nowhere to go.
setting down his cup he walks
out the door, across the street....
starts carrying boxes without a word.
till all is loaded that can be loaded,
and the rest left in a pile down
at the street, to be carried off....
then hugs, a tear, a few kind words....
almost family, just neighbors, friends...
the old couple drives away without
looking back... the neighbor staring
at the empty boxes on the porch...
nobody lives here anymore!
Eric my great friend....What a beautiful agony..... I see this one more clearly than if it were a painting right in front of me....But on the other hand, it is a painting Just more vivid than any canvas........ You are a poet extroidinare..... I Love It................................ Jim Troy
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Mr. Eric, It so sad poem, like a piece of pictures from a life, You may joy as strong owner of words my friend. 10...for this.... Best wishes, Tsira