Her top floor was gone,
and the front siding leaned,
tilted completely.
The lower level was filled
with upholstered mulch,
and her walls were muddy.
Through the broken open door,
her clothes had flown,
sleeves and slacks’ legs in the drive.
It had rained for decades,
and the bare hand sanded
lumber had had enough.
C. J. Sage’s latest book is The San Simeon Zebras.