Window Into the Past

The visit to the past I took the bus to the village Only it didn’t stop there anymore, and no buses were going that way. The only road to my house was a track. For tractors and mules. In my absence wartime was hard but I met a man who for money could drive to the village for a few Euros. My old dog sat outside it took some moments before it recognized me it was glad to see me. The door was open. I walked into the kitchen. A man came out of the living room He was surprised to see me. He had moved in since the house was empty The owner had disappeared. The dog lives in the shed, he said. Not anymore I said. I have nowhere to go, the man lamented In that case, you can stay for a few days. I took the dog for a walk in the woods On the other side of the track, she liked that It disappeared, and I couldn’t find my way Back to the house and the village had gone. A person with a golf club in his hand told me the small village had been razed years ago I had no business being here as it was the future. And there was no way back to the old days I had nothing to do here, and I walked towards the horizon.