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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Tribute · #2272112
The old world passes away

Barnwood

weathered silver-gray mirrors a pale moon
ragged memories of wind, rain, and time
sunbaked summers and driving snow
nibbled stalls strung with stiffened tack
lowing rhythms and a velvet-nosed whinny
fade away to random creaking groans

mildew moulders below missing shingles
decay supplants the musk of warm manure
slanted beams fall across a riddled floor
rustling squeaks echo from dim corners
cold dust hangs in abandoned webs
long-ago shelter dissolving into empty chill

dark craters where glass-bright eyes once shone
danger lurks behind the gap-tooth doorway
lichenous spots mark out years gone by
squinting, a forgotten face might re-appear
twixt slumping shoulders, ‘neath sagging spine
the man in the moon mourns his lonely passage




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