Further Driving (working title)

Incomplete poem on a visit to a house abandoned in a woods.

I walk farther on, 

Past buzzing bees, chirping crickets

Everywhere

I saw rolling hills with wild

Flowers whose every shade of yellow,

Orange red, purple-violet

Cornflower blue---

Fragrances carried on warmlazy breeze

Brings lilac, wild rose familiarity of 

Another time as that brooke speaks

Her bubbly mind, imploring me

Walk on!

Up the hill

To the house I once knew---

But when? And it calls to me

In all of its neglected 

Hideousness

To come inside -- but I can see

Through  weathered siding what I'm likely to

Find inside. And walking through 

The doorless front, the shattered remains

Of ghost-ship home

Greets me

A littered gray welcome

From

Long ago vandals.