nasturtiums embraced decomposing stoop. she carefully crept
over soft planks. french doors hung open. trees in green saris conducted secret
dance.
she rearranged paint chips with her toe. so many lost stories.
umber
buckled upon hard wood. shafts of light exposed the unsettled.
who had faced it
lazily or pained?
brick fireplace yearned to tell. she heard music in frame and
spun gracefully. foundation was sinking. avenue of possibility crossed boulevard of
abandonment.
voices mumbled in walls. the lace dress rustled. she climbed upon
roof for air. he met her there.
trees continued to gyrate. imprint was
indelible.
he held herb in his hand.
she swallowed earth & fungus that
tasted of a forgotten home.
