Abandoned House, Hagerstown MD
Never a grand lady,
Like those northern upstarts.
You were even, perhaps,
A bit careworn, compared
With your neighbors, whose
Fresh red confidence eclipsed
Your plain-Jane simplicity.
Or was your appearance
Purposely misleading?
You might have jealously
Guarded the golden joy pulsing
In your veins, familiar warmth
Radiating comfortably
To the scrolled tip of each
finely-turned bone. Glimpses
Of your elegant strength,
Your faultless honesty,
Your unwavering generosity
—Visible only to those who
Knew you, or who thought to look
Beyond the customary trimmings—
Gifts you bestowed intimately,
Their secrecy lending them
A covetable air of pricelessness.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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