At the peak of the barn carved
Shadows
Into the silent salt box house that
Leaned too close
To the country road I traveled
Every night
Its wide-eyed
Curtain-less windows
Stared
Onto an empty gravel driveway
And a treeless yard
With its cropped
Black grass
Some nights I would slow the car and
Peer into its hollows
Searching
For a glow
A movement
Someone standing in the dark
Looking back
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