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[KevinAR]

STAGES OF DECAY

I stand on my hill alone
as weeds invade my yard
and the panes of my windows
boast only broken shards.

I dread the approaching storm
my eaves buckle and moan
termites plague my support beams
where mold has spread and grown.

Will my owner soon return?
furniture fills my rooms
his clothes bulge from my closets
in stagnant air and gloom.

Strong wind peels shingles away
water leaks through my roof
my wallpaper fades and peels
but his car hasn't moved.

It rusts in the long driveway
under a large oak tree
is he sitting at the wheel?
from here, I cannot see!

Somehow I know he is there
with the keys in his hand
decayed flesh and exposed bone
he cannot breathe or stand.

I stand on my hill alone
rats and roaches multiply
my owner can't save me
a sudden stroke took his life.

by Kevin Rodgers
kevinrodgers90@bellsouth.net