Solitary House In A Field Poem by Manonton Dalan

Solitary House In A Field

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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

Saturday, January 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dog
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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