Abandoned houses are <br />illusion reaching <br />its end; <br /> <br />wind and rain and time <br />root for the <br />ground. <br /> <br />They have the calmness brought <br />by defeat, <br />the bearing of farmers <br /> <br />who are whittled <br />and resist no more than <br />enough. <br /> <br />See how easily the earth <br />takes them back: <br />an eye here, <br /> <br />a bone there, the same rite <br />as with the animate. <br />The open windows <br /> <br />are in the flight path of night <br />tired and bound <br />for home.<br /><br />Zorika Petic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abandoned-houses/
