Generations

The rusted cyclone fence
surrounds the boarded up house,
yellow, underneath the willow tree.
Fresh smoke rises from the black chimney.
The new owners have arrived.
Young, in love, anticipating
the future in their dream home.
It’s good they don’t know
the memories their house holds
for another couple, now old,
but once young, in love
and …

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