A Figure Stands There I
the house is in ruins
the weeds grow in
the tangled ruined garden
the toys in the yard
are old and cold
the door is a jar
swings creeks in the absent wind
a figure sits in a broken chair
bare bulb blare sways silently
absently in the chilled night air
eyes watch from this house,
unknown
of ruined deeds something struggles
the garden is in weeds
here and there
bare and burnt
toys are stained, strewn, alone
broken, faded, frayed
tumbling away
around the yard, they lay
after a wars drone
a figure stands there
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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