Abandoned Houses
Abandoned houses are
illusion reaching
its end;
wind and rain and time
root for the
ground.
They have the calmness brought
by defeat,
the bearing of farmers
who are whittled
and resist no more than
enough.
See how easily the earth
takes them back:
an eye here,
a bone there, the same rite
as with the animate.
The open windows
are in the flight path of night
tired and bound
for home.
poem by Zorika Petic
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