The House on Basin Street
The house on Basin Street has a back yard dressed in Eleanor Tabor.
Front yard, Sonata Spring.
They called this curb appeal.
My woman wore a bodycon sweater dress, belted waist.
This they called curve appeal.
I'm beginning to learn the laws of nature,
there are two kinds of winds;
a hurricane blew shingles backward, the house stayed with me.
My woman walked out of our abode,
a kind zephyr carried her hair backward,
she broke embankment,
swept away in a loud outpouring and was never seen again.
Copyright © Francis Brown | Year Posted 2020
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