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Dream House

Dream House by Michael R. Burch I have come to the house of my fondest dreams, but the shutters are boarded; the front door is locked; the mail box leans over; and where we once walked, the path is grown over with crabgrass and clover. I kick the trash can; it screams, topples over. The yard, weeded over, blooms white fluff, and green. The elm we once swung from leans over the stream. In the twilight I cling with both hands to the swing. Inside, perhaps, I hear the telephone ring or watch once again as the bleary-eyed mover takes down your picture. Dejected, I hover, asking over and over, “Why didn’t you love her?” Keywords/Tags: dream house, nightmare, night, divorce, wife, husband, children, parting, separation, shuttered, weeds, trash can, mover, movers, moving, rejection, relocation

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