Dying Barns




Past red paint and hex sign

there is grey lumber weathered,

and a swaybacked roof.  There is one more

dying storage structure.


They should have fixed the roof

the child points out, and they are right!

The background of time rotates harvest

stubble blond etched in pattern of abuse

back to vibrant green shoots of spring crop.


It is where old barns go to die.

It is the myth of the ancient elephant

burying ground.


Old storage structures do not have daws,

ravens picking at them because

they ate the flesh from their bones

years ago.


Part of a person thinks of them

as a post harvest problem from doing

that for a living.  From the garbage collector

in a body, if you wait long enough, you will

not have to pick that up.


Either somebody will be able to make a ringgit

on the side or nature will just eat it.



About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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