The Passing (standard:poetry, 95 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Oct 27 2005	Views/Reads: 3216/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
An abandoned house attracts the attention of a passerby.

The Passing 

The wild honeysuckle has taken you 

where the rose wraps its cool arms about 

the fallen lattice. 

. 

Old, gray walls. 

Pitched roof. 

Myriad voices 

once haunted you. 

. 

The green, velvet-covered pond is silent, 

reflecting  your demise. 

Weeds taunt you 

and vines explore 

where spiders hang their silver webs. 

. 

And this end, 

this quiet death, beneath withered trees, 

is the inevitable rejoining of hands that formed you, 

whose pride you were. 

. 

I alone deplore 

this passing, 

this brief flashing affirmation 

of mutual decay, 

here, in the countryside, 

you and I. 


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