"A BITTER WIND..."

blows through this old house
of skin and bones.

Where it once stood firm
it now creaks with rust and age.

Not even a new foundation could restore it
to its former state.

In time
it will just be a pile of dust.

No longer recognizable
no longer skin and bones

just bones.

Copyright © 2002 T. J. Daniels

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