16 July 2012

Homesteading



skewed light from undraped glass
stripes newly polished floors as dust motes
erratically collide, searching for a landing strip
cardboard boxes, magic-markered
with titles from a dog-eared book of existence
goodwill  trash  family mementos
and the unforgiving  misc  await departure
in a corner once reserved for bad children
spaces once redolent with perfumes
of vanilla, coffee and stogies, Chantilly
now blanched to sterility,
innocuous in bright, unsullied facades
all former memories sheet-rocked
bricked up
scars undercoated and painted
cosmetics for an old face
walls tremble in anticipation akin to dread
as vacant-eyed windows stand sentry,
watching,
for the new ones

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