PRAIRIE

 

With a click, then a long screech

maroon door opens.

Kitchen looks the same as it did ten years ago but

Seeing the living room empty pains me soft.

I turn left, take the stairs to upper floor.

Even I may become sightless, the routes of

This house has been rooted in my palms

As long as I remember.

Hanging bells sing a foreign song as I enter the library.

It smells rot, making me dizzy.

A little crack, wind whistles through the stained-glass.

I want to have a seat in the balcony, overlooking endless grass.

As dusk falls, mountains shadow falls

On the open fields.

Great old Nostalgia, I know how it feels.

 

 Ten years ago I stood in this same place.

Children were giggling, adults were telling folk tales.

But all those sounds long faded until tonight.

Now all I hear is cicadas and a water engine ignite

 

An empty house in an empty town.