A lady’s yard littered
with stone rounds
where creatures dip
it’s a wonder how long
she’s lived here, the trumpet
vines declaring her life
a target at the end of the drive
indicates a man lives or lived
here, but he’s nowhere now
and from the looks of it,
the house has an attic
and basement, and it’s a wonder
how filled those places
must be, how her mind must
be filled with relics.
