Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Monday, August 15, 2016
Still Life
The house is empty and quiet,
Still life,
Yellow glads in milkglass on red stairs,
The climb and the descent,
Still life,
Flowers on the stairs for both directions.
I decide to believe it's still worth it.
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