A house drawn by a child in chalk
Hidden in Plain Sight
It had been boarded up for more than
20 years. The dust, the arcane
smells, dry wood and amber.
Cobweb-clouded
hidden perils. Cool
even in summer heat.
Rustles. Sunken corners.
Lately, I've been renovating
my dream landscapes. Fresh
plaster, uncracked paint.
Stairs secured. Bright.
I supposed it means
progress. Coping
with loss. But the house
is long gone
when I wake.
- April 11, 2020
The quote I used to inspire this poem came from the following article: In Bella Vista, a Beaux Arts Gem Hides in Plain Sight.
