Did you wait for that strange evening
to pulverize the past
to underline the pop-psych texts
that spoke to you after-hours
that dared you to come closer
relegating your wishes
to the toy box you kept
for so many years
under your bed
beneath the stairs?
Listen.
The cat at the door brings tidings
from the charming little village
nestled deep in the wood
in the painting that hangs
over your fireplace.
Take note of the swallows
circling above the red barn
the one you snuck into
that summer afternoon
when you thought no one was looking.
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Tall Barn by Tracy Helgeson
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