Tuesday, January 12, 2016
The Vase is Gone
I was 42 when I bought this ruin,
Most friends suggested a torch.
My youthful energy rebuilt two stories,
A deck and a brand new porch.
Eagle screams and howling winds,
Became music to my ears;
Comfy in my house still perched,
On this bluff for a hundred years.
Decades, in a matter of minutes,
Passed by in the length of a song…
The pets, kids, my youth and health,