Driving by
It looks like it just rose up
As a ramshackle varietal
Leaning out of plumb
Its wood shakes spilling
Into termite mounds.
Of course you wonder quickly
At seventy mph
But it stays with you
Gnawing and persistent -
A wound, if you will,
That bears some attention;
Else it festers.
You commiserate while
Ruminating
Coursing through your own
Life and its certain
And eventual
Ruin/Decay:
How did it (?)
How did I (?)
Will brittle bones and transparent
Flesh
Bear close inspection/
scrutinizing forensic
Pathology?
-jim hill (10-6-2016)
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