Grand Empty
on cul-de-sac woodsy
Trees evergreen young once 'fore masonry veneer
Recalling perhaps
her helpmate and compeer
Grand Empty
on cul-de-sac woodsy
Stairs high to the front whispering not welcome
Dreading that walls wide
still farther shall become
Grand Empty
on cul-de-sac woodsy
Corners abound below ceilings tall daunting
Rattling inside
rooms barren she's haunting
Grand Empty
on cul-de-sac woodsy
Windows against woods cannot show the future
Her healing restricted
by cold concrete sutures
Grand Empty
on cul-de-sac woodsy
Termites at the sign devouring hopes gladly
Vermin pernicious
would see this end badly
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