it was a house well
lived in.
the broken window,
the screen
ripped out
of the back screen door
so that the dogs
could come and go.
coffee rings on
the table,
spills and scrapes
along the walls.
cobwebs
in the basement
stuffed with toys
outgrown.
broken locks,
cold rooms and closets
without doors.
drawers stuck,
the loud refrigerator
never resting
with its buzz.
the mud yard
squared off by a rusted
chain link fence.
someone else lives there
now.
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