Our House

2014-02-02 10.34.11

 

Our house: as seen by the river,
with stalks of bamboos barely
hiding the dirty, white walls.

Leaves falling on
dead water, mud — plastic
floating with artificial stream.

Lost glory; lost spirit,
breathing on counted droplets
dying before we even know it.

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