Lonely House on Top of the Hill
Dandelions cover her large bare breastburned ashes spell out abandon
I imagine the rich soil and milky water underneath
promise a dream garden
Broken lock on the front gate
allow graffiti
trespassing
vandalizing
Lonely house stands on top of the hill
shivering her ghostly body
withdrawing into mystery
I hear windy crying
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