Sun
Shadows
Moving clouds
An empty house
('For Sale' for three years)
Long grass obscures the door
A few ghosts sometimes appear
At the large living room window
Their presence on earth isn't quite done
Like building construction that's been delayed
Like words unspoken that I wanted to say
Like waiting for a summer that never will come
You have surpassed yourself with this poem, Jim. One of the best Etherees I've ever read. - Brian
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brian. Your words are very encouraging. I had a sense when I wrote this that the poem was a good effort; but it's always helpful to get that feedback from others.
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