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Monday, June 12, 2017

The Day The House Came Down



I hung a hummingbird feeder outside my window
The horizon is empty where a house once stood—
shingles crushed, glass shattered, beams broken.
I hung a hummingbird feeder outside my window.
The dump trucks are gone and the excavator is stilled.
The demolition work is done—that which withstood
tornadoes, storms, and depression fell in eight hours.
I hung a hummingbird feeder outside my window.

2 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

Enjoyed... Similar experience...

Yvonne Osborne said...

I'm not alone as I thought I was. I was lucky to have my parents into their nineties. Now I'm an orphan, but not alone.