The Yellow House Sinister shadows in degenerated moments abandoned home, heavy storm in the distance the industrious hands of daylight darkened in the yellow house undefined The tree branches serious in the chain link fence reach toward wooden pallets flat barriers to the threshold where once a Chirstmas tree stood ghostly in the distant corner shining happiness: transparently lustrous in the unconditional dust of history The particles reflect each quantum impression: A little love lost here; a little gained left now in the detritis among weeds in the yard. You never know what wonders arrived here one day when the paint was new and the laundry hung wet on the clothesline in the winter sun |
