She was Gone
movingfinger
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She was Gone
And the grass grew long
up through the bricks,
the pavers.
A shutter hangs loose,
swaying,
as the wind rolls over
and through
the cracks
in the floor boards.
She walked the path now,
gray stone with old scars
ready to feel stress again--
She had returned.
Upon the porch
creaks and shudders
outline old wood's
orgasmic strain
"She has lost weight"
one sways
and cracks.
Wind finds
it's way through
his broken
body and caresses
the lonely thigh.
Shutter sighs
and says goodbye
releasing
into a now pleasent
sempitern sleep.
She stands and stares.
all is lovely
inside
and out.
And the grass grew long
up through the bricks,
the pavers.
A shutter hangs loose,
swaying,
as the wind rolls over
and through
the cracks
in the floor boards.
She walked the path now,
gray stone with old scars
ready to feel stress again--
She had returned.
Upon the porch
creaks and shudders
outline old wood's
orgasmic strain
"She has lost weight"
one sways
and cracks.
Wind finds
it's way through
his broken
body and caresses
the lonely thigh.
Shutter sighs
and says goodbye
releasing
into a now pleasent
sempitern sleep.
She stands and stares.
all is lovely
inside
and out.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam