house
out in the middle of a dry
field.
maybe there's a well,
that stack
of stones
says so,
but the barn
is gone.
all fences down.
a black crow
sits on a broken window.
there is nothing to speak of.
just the yellow
clapboard
house
in the middle of an
empty field,
where children may
have been born.
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