Elegance

All that is uncared for.

Left alone in the stillness

in that pure silence married

to the stillness of nature.

A door off its hinges,

shade and shadows in an empty room.

Leaks for light. Raw where

the tin roof rusted through.

The rustle of weeds in their

different kinds of air in the mornings,

year after year.

A pecan tree, and the house

made out of mud bricks. Accurate

and unexpected beauty, rattling

and singing. If not to the sun,

then to nothing and to no one.

–by Linda Gregg

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4 comments

  1. Apricots and Cream · May 16, 2015

    This is beautiful.

  2. Ewian · May 15, 2015

    thus: lovely 🙂

  3. Ewian · May 15, 2015

    looks like a freeze frame from Avatar

    • Anonymous · May 17, 2015

      i know right. its actually a real mountain

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