Last night on 29th place, SE

We really lived in that house,
if it was the wrapping we
were the candy, the present,
and inside there stirred our
souls and the house bore
and the calendar
pages flipped,
the seasons
passed, our photos
on the walls
faded, the trees grew
and when
it was time to go,
we emptied the house
but couldn’t look back,
it looked so small
without us.

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4 replies

  1. Touring the old neighborhood again, eh? I can dig it.

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    • Heh, lurking in the imagined future. Thanks for peeping alongside! Good evening to ya’! Bill (guess what? I ordered that CD I mailed you a while ago on amazon last night because it’s spring and I’m nostalgic, that’s when I listen to Universal Themes)


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