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Saturday, January 9, 2021

poem - the house


by anonymous



when the sun goes down
the trees disappear
the road is dark
but it must go somewhere

did a king build the road?
or did buffalo wear it down?
is there a house at the end of it
or only a tree?

does anyone live in the house?
is anyone hanging from the tree?
do bandits live in the woods?
is there anything left for them to steal?

i have so many questions
and no sand to write them down in
and no rocks to throw at the windows
of the house that may be only a tree




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