The second coat 

The rickety wooden house

Standing sentinel, standing outcast

amidst the wooden guardians

of lifetimes past

a lonely bastard, wed in paint

a slippery thing, scaly to touch

a nuisance to be adored

We keep thinking

It keeps feeling

perhaps it should, maybe just,

end the whole damn thing.

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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