Discoveries

A Childhood

Dad long gone
and mom at work,
I walked alone,
an explorer
through the wood,
to strange fields
which faced
an unknown road.

A decaying house
stood just beyond the trees.
Tractor treads
crushed a circle path
in the grass
around its bare
clapboard frame.

Through the rippled windows
I saw every room was empty,
ancient wallpaper flaking
to the floor,

except an old gray suit jacket
hung from a wire hanger
on a bedroom door.

Drying wheat stalks
rustled in June breeze.
Birds flitted
among maples
and oaks,
calling to each other.

I turned back
toward home,
just a different
emptiness.

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2 thoughts on “Discoveries

  1. Okay…I’m wondering about “except an old gray suit jacket
    hung from a wire hanger on a bedroom door.”…I kept thinking..wow..you could make up a whole poem from that…and then you said…there was nothing new…I like the poem…but must admit…I wanted to know more about that jacket….and yes… I still believe there’s buried treasure out there to be found. 🙂

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