the money's run out

i see the yard

grown brown with thickets.

the fence

leaning,

the gate broken off at

the latch.

i see the broken window.

there's nobody

home. the bride in white,

the groom in

black.

the children who never

lacked.

the money once large,

has finally

run out.

where once three cars

stood,

is nothing.

the playground swing

in the yard

is off

the chain, rusted on

the ground.

the garden gone.

the pool full of what

the wind brings.

the money once

large

has finally run out.