backyard
i sit on the lip of the porch
the cold grass at my feet
to any other eyes but mine
would it seem obsolete?
a golden light shines down
illuminating the leaves
there is the scent of wet earth
a silhouette of distant eaves
the ivy covered walls
the blue haze of sunset sky
a dark shadow looms above
her branches stretching high
and i sit on the lip of the porch
a painted figure in a frame of mind
there was home here once
with sparks and spines it twined
don't say goodbye just yet
there is thunder in our mountains
say that it will happen soon
there will be silver in our fountains
this house will never fall down
blow and blow, huff and puff in vain
a learned reminder, a gentle breeze
the rattling tracks, a faraway train
the grass and ground give
we sway off course
it trickles down like pitch
we never have any remorse