life remains the same

i like the old lady's house.

i like what

she hasn't done with it for

the past

sixty years.

she hasn't let it go, she

just let it be.

i like the chair that no

one has sat in

for years.

the lamp on the sideboard,

with the yellow

shade.

the heavy drapes

embroidered with blue birds.

the cabinet tv

with rabbit ears.

the old fridge, lime

green like

the dishwasher.

and over there, a real

stack

of life magazines.

it's home.

it's a trip into the twilight

zone.

i love it.