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Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus
sunflower faces
search the fields all summer
red barn looks on
The Old Barn and the Open Door
The old barn tell is telling stories that might not
be true. Its roof is sagging, shingles
dangling, half bare really. Overgrown
pine branches have settled on it
like tired arms, dropping pine cones
to roll into random piles in the golden
grasses below. A red barn once, it now
shows faded, ruddy patches between wooden
boards, worn free of paint, soaked in
hues of mossy green and gentle brown and beige.
The old barn watches with window eyes that tilt
different ways, the kind that watch, that have
seen seasons of sadness and years of abundance,
eyes that don’t close. The mouth is that door,
scratched and worn, knob broken off years
before. It never quite closes, and always seems
to whisper as you pass. The old barn is telling
stories again, with the door that won’t shut.
Talking to the Clouds 