the road inclines at the bottom of the street
a house on the hill silently sits alone
an unmarked driveway curves right and
there is no mailbox for delivery...
day shadows walk around freely gathering
the apples that have fallen to the ground,
sunlight bounces off the granite walls
with nadina standing tall at its base...
periwinkle grows along the ground as
would a blanket if laid down similarly,
hostas interspaced along the route
have yet to fully bloom... there is no
close by source of water so all seems
like a photograph of stagnation...
porcelain doormen guard the entrance
like Roman guards on a Christian tomb,
serious complexions with no smiling,
gravel near the doorway rustles as the
wind blows back and forth but no leaves
are caught up in the breeze... it is a hoax
of sorts that someone lives here when
there is no company at all for the shadows.
August 29, 2023
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