Tuesday, June 3, 2014

There's a cabin
up on the hill
I've never seen
I live real close to it
do you know 
what I mean?

The carcass lies dismembered
on the freshly-mowed grass;
whoever built this swing set
didn't mean for it to go this way,
but where it stood derelict,
abandoned by its youth,
there's room for something new to start
and decades left to let it grow.

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