Yard
The yard appears larger, longer,
now the car has gone,
a wide and seemingly
meaningless space,
bare and insignificant.
And yet our yard has presence:
our yard, a part of this home,
a gate at one boundary,
a hedge at another,
a workshop wall on the other side,
structures with texture and solidity,
extension in space
and presence in time.
It is there, the yard.
It has never changed, it is the same,
although the car has gone.
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2017
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