Monday, July 14, 2008

Friday I Visited A Haunted House (A Befuddlement)

Our friendship is a haunted house story.

At first it was a cottage. A refuge.
Tea in the kitchen. Ice cream on the porch.
Cool conversations in the library.

Then it was odd sounds from just out of sight.
A cold breeze but all the windows are shut.
A book no one’s reading falls off a shelf.

Then it was empty. An abandoned thing.
A shape. Hollow. House-shaped, but just a shape.
We walked outside it. Looked in. Stayed away.

Then it was a strange, silly memory.
We stood outside. Looked in. Dared each other
to go inside. One last walk through the house.

We held hands. Walked in. And ran out screaming.

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