Empty Lines
The clothes lines hang empty the grass has grown tall
The apples rot down on the ground
Too thick is the fence around this garden wall
From the house of yours there’s no sound
Unfortunately, this is not a bad dream
But a matter of fact that maintains
When changes come somewhere it seems a routine
But when they come close it looks strange
The slabs will crack more, and it’s only the rain
Looks after the flowers you loved
The generous watering comes down again
The autumnal sky hangs above.
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