Deserted Farm
by Mark Vinz
Where the barn stood
the empty milking stalls rise up
like the skeleton of an ancient sea beast,
exiled forever on shores of a prairie.
Decaying timber moans softly in twilight
the house collapses like a broken prayer.
Tomorrow the heavy lilac blossoms will open,
higher than the roof beams,reeling in wind.
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