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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How empty can an inbox possibly be? Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges The paint is definitely peeling More than one shutter has fallen astray. One piece at a time Have you ever seen that? How old houses.... the shutters give way one slat at a time It's almost like watching a clock tick After 1 year the slat on the front shutter drops by 1/4 of an inch By year two there are three slats on the front shutter and four on the back falling falling slowly Drop an inch...drop an inch small little pieces of wood losing their ballast By year five the paint's chipping on all of the shutters you can tell they were all red once or some dreadful pungent green Then great shards of paint seem to start clinging off of the clapboards too Can see it almost like a song plunky pock rock or a slow lanquid sad ballad a song of one lost a sea or to storm or just decay the first chip of paint is the first note and then all of a sudden the whole house seems to want to join in and it's chip chip chip , chuck,chuck pluck pluck plunky plunkity and it's a symphony of lost paint chips like raindrops sound in an empty metal pail Neglect nobody cares ....that the shutters are falling apart and no one cares that the symphony of chips of paint has begun because nobody lives there anymore and no one is listening except fro teh occasional drive by If that house was an inbox. It would understand mine Such an empty house When you're the first person to enter an empty house... It's like you're swirling the dust of the only thing that lives there elves and fairies and dust dune devils it's like they know you're there But there is just the eerie silence The elves, sprites, ghosts and memories cling to what remains of the tattered curtain...awaiting a...curtain call? The house is never ever really empty The walls remember the hands The ash remembers the fire The sink can still taste the water and feel the rust Even the dust on the floorboards remembers what it was like to be mud on a boot or a cell of her skin An empty house has more inhabitants than my inbox in the beginning....My inbox had a voice Maybe even my in-box remembers how it once said "You've got mail"
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