Travel Interrupted
I keep an uneasy watch
On the corpse that squats,
Shedding yellow paint
Three paces from my lover's home.
Her picket fence, splayed
Cruelly wide in places,
No longer bars any man from
Entering her sagging door.
I'm pulled and pushed and screamed at
By the howling winter night
Yet I hold my ground for a moment more,
Fascinated by the obscene.
Lifeless patches of grass grimly
Hang onto the frozen earth,
A wounded nobility revealed,
As if someone still kept
The pillars upright or the stairs intact.
Those windows, once flush with her
Declaration of vitality,
Flicker, sputter, and dare me to deny her strength!
I start, and hasten away.
One aged soul watches me make my way
Through the drifts and hard winds
On the last night of December.
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