every ending is a new beginning Apr 16, 2018

coming back to this old house
the drapes shedding dust as i throw open the windows
the floorboards glowing in the light of fresh cool air

even though it is my house
i have a vague feeling of trespassing
that the owner will be home any minute
and kick me out in a huff

it no longer feels indoor here
too many years of draft through the cracking window seals
and the air tastes like leaves; but the woods can be pushed back
starting with a warm stove

all the bugs coming out of the furniture
but i am wearing my boots, stacking cans on the shelves
i am going down into the basement
with a flashlight

every ending is a new beginning

links to: deserted train yard

linked from:
- IX. The Necessity of Bricks
- the ecstasy of silence

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