the stone bird bath

there

is so much to do with

this house

in disrepair.

everything has been delayed

for one reason

or another.

death and sorrow

have gotten in the way.

winter

after winter

have passed.

see how the slate

breaks, how the mold has

risen

on the wall.

the carpet frayed,

look at the paint peeling,

and how the seams

have split in the stairway,

curled with age.

and yet,

looking out the window

at the stone

bird

bath,

amongst the weeds

and vines,

they still come. they

still fly in to bathe.