Elan Mudrow

Photo by Ouida DeFriese Photo by Ouida DeFriese

As a child, I gravitated

Towards the empty house.

One that was abandoned,

need of repair,

At the end of a gravel road

Half-painted into neglect

Off of Exit 5

A place to be alone

With others

Though we were few

We populated the world

With search in our eyes

Loud young voices

Who held sweaty, cold hands

With one another, either by friendship

Or a burning desire

Never defined until

The house gave it no name

The house had grass

Grown to its highest point

Eventually browned

By summer’s end, fall’s begin.

I liked it that way

Wild, let loose, gray

I wasn’t surprised others

Liked the loose gray

As I did. Earth like clouds

There, we drank bad wine

Smoked without inhaling

Kissed without tongues

Felt each other

Before maturity set in.

It was like we were

Searching for spring

There, we argued like…

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