In The Morning, Beside A Broken Door
Here
tucked away
in the far, back corner of the house
where I sit
and write
and stare endlessly at blank pages
the screen door
that opens to the back yard
has fallen into disrepair.
Just outside the door
in the kidney shaped garden
where nothing grows
the family of Jackrabbits that lives under the deck
watches me through the screen
and it’s more than just a little disconcerting
to [...]
