The House - Poem by Patricia Morse-McNeely
Canting to one side
Paint gone -
Only a bare
Almost invisible trace, here, there-
In the sun
Whistling 'round your corners
Snatching bits and pieces
From your sagging head.
Open wide in silent screaming
The door, a hag's single lingering tooth
And tear-fractured window-eyes staring blindly
In the sun
At the holes in your apron
And your broken feet, unstepped.
The path to meet you is overgrown-
No footsteps press down the dusty grasses now.
Like an old and lonely woman
Whose suckled children have gone
Along with her caretaker
Into the world-
I watch in silence
And something in me
Your soundless cries.
A lone dove settles on your rooftree
And softly mourns.
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