The Ways Of Old Houses Poem by Patti Masterman

The Ways Of Old Houses



The ways of old houses,
Perceived as less modern,
Sprouting fashionable weeds
Somewhere light’s beholden.

Between the stark walls,
There break forth jealous limbs,
And the fractured glass scatters,
From the trees causal whim.

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