My beautiful yard
Yet tragic
Spotted with old cars
Named
Sentimental Rust
by John
Corpses
Once moving
Once cared for
Once needed
Appear forgotten
But
not to Dad
Ma says
he dreams of
resurrection
I see
a money pit
Wasted dreams
editors note:
Kinda like our whole approach to this sweet earth. (We welcome L.E. to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay