Simple Instruction
A broken farmhouse sits at road's end, each wall
a different caving in. Now, the porch has fallen,
gingerbread trim stills a happy outline.I don't know all my neighbors, pass days alone ringed by rhododendron lawn, wood pecker echoes, white-tails in winter forage. I may close shutters, block slanted sun, although solid cannot stop light, light is inside a lemon, a stone. In spring, I give away what feels heavy, to a stream. Wind. Seed. Eventually, everything is equal, a giver of some sort, green through concrete. How do you say what is sadness what is joy? Disneyland all empty, slick-grinning facade. Today, a toad entertains enough, soft belly a bellows croaks, on edge of indecision leaps! A sort of flight.
I played it for my granddaughter and we both loved it and both loved the sound of your voice.
Arjan!! thank you, it's down the street then down a forgotton road grown over. I live in the N.West corner of North Carolina in a town called Boone.