Evidence

This entry is part 23 of 28 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2013

Dark heap on the snow where a squirrel husked a walnut.

Scent of Pine-sol lingering in rooms not yet filled.

Half a pair of chopsticks hidden in the knife drawer.

Garden rake on a store shelf of soil cultivators.

Vent hole beneath the eaves through which the house might breathe.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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