Decaying House
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DECAYING HOUSE
Old lady living in old building.
Doors with rusty latches, windowpane
broken, cornice full of feral ferns.
Decaying house at corner of blind lane.
Showers percolate through porous porch.
Old lady watches in frolic fun.
She cleans pale torn carpet with much care.
Cats play on unpaved yard under Sun.
Sixty years back she planted sapling
turning huge massive tree at front gate
holds large boughs-branches- bunches of leaves.
now nests of termites in rotten state.
Old lady only waits for children,
grandchildren to visit someday.
She feels dynamism in each limb
with lively mind: No senile decay.
09/27/20
Second Place
'Writing Challenge- Decay' Contest by Constance La France
'Completely on your Choice (29) Contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2020
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