Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Returning home


Once I had to return home
but the door was locked,
the house for sale and a stranger
had to be called to open the door
with a new key. The cypress tree
by the driveway had been cut
down when I was a child; the one
in the front yard survived
the subdivision until its branches
tangled the power lines during
a hurricane. But the impression
in the yard is still there, though,
right where the stump was,
suggesting an eventual subsidence
into original swamp.


Photograph by Yagan Z Dongobar via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission. 

3 comments:

  1. mysterious impressions
    one just never knows

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  2. Dust to dust...

    I love the eternal nature of surrender that your poem evokes.

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  3. sounds like the beginning of a novel.

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