A little at a time
they emptied these prairie home
now deserted
first the dishes, clothing, beds,
then linen, appliances, boxes unmarked,
kitchen table, and last the cabinets,
leaving papers marking dates.
Then the endless wind, bleaching sun, enduring time,
loosened panes of glass
which fell unshatterd
to the unmown golden summer grass.
Beneath the silent sky
swallows seeking shelter,
find protection for their nests.
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