Saturday, June 28, 2014


Stares at the shutters, broken,
dangling awry on one screw,
moving with each gust
of wind, breeze, unpainted,
paint peeling, weather worn,
weather wearing, wearing
weather like a faded
hand-me-down, maintenance
unremembered, left
to the forgotten memory
of others.

Imagines her leaning
from the upstairs window,
remembers her leaning,
laughing, the mother
frowning in front-porch
disapproval, but she leaning,
laughing, not caring.
The shutters were painted,

Photograph by David Wagner via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


davis rosback said...

that were not shut
left open
i believed could
like butterfly wings

SimplyDarlene said...

point of view brings the house alive.

i like it.

wielenga said...

House maintenance may have been forgotten...the girl's laughter was not...wonderful story of shutters!