The House Yawned

a creamy white yawn
of the unsuspcting
then
woke up
startled.
The bill boards
blocking the fa├žade
peeled away
like an onion skin.
Just a tenth of
opaqueness between
you and the world
of the mall road
outside
dear house
Where millions
of humming
cancerous cars
conspire.
We played together
Hide and seek in
your calm
cobwebbed corridors
eighty green years ago.
Now memory is a rusty key
To what
I know not.
Nothing on the other side.
We are but scattered seeds
Unhappening to happen again.
My grandchild has my hands.
The marbles, whorly planets
tap tapping against
the wooden floor.


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