Skeleton Key
to this house bought
blown-off, dust-riddled cobwebs
coffin bed bower
covered, a cliche
Velveteen lattices
I mope for no one but instead laugh
Quiet, sparse garden
all the musings of a richly-led life
coyly smiling back at
Dark leather boots
Nostalgia
and finely-sewn gossamer wings.
These murky cauldrons in the yard catch rain
when I can find time.
3/10/12
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