house rise amid cornfield
broken glass, faded paint
few feet taller than corn
no electricity going in
wood stove making smoke
maybe fried eggs and bacon
dog peeing against a plow
chickens help themselves
on fallen grains and crumbs
grass overgrown driveway
no cars but rusted bed truck
haven't seen people come out
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