Sunday, August 17, 2008

Breaking with the past

Open house today. The home of ghosts seems tranquil but the murmurs inside are restless and afraid. The old barn is open, baring itself in sadness; even the grass seems to know it will soon be goodbye.

But this house has seen death, whose specter remains; and this house has seen anger and all that is pain. We will part as friends though I'll never return. And I'll wish it's new steward all brightness and home.

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