for years you've
seen the old
clapboard white house,
a Sears house,
no less,
with a garden and an old
woman
out there in
her flowered dress, tending
to corn
and berries, peppers
and tomatoes.
her hair
tied back into a knot.
but this year.
the ground is flat,
a dry patch of
weed filled dirt.
did she die?
the house appears cold
and dark now.
boarded up.
not a light on, no smoke
from the chimney.
it's a surprise, but it shouldn't
be, as you
drive by.
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