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©2018 Barren Magazine. An Alt.Lit Introspective.

Abandoned Lot

by Laurie Koensgen

We overlook the garden, let
the leaves slip into slickness
and harden into
ochre moats.

The dahlias hold their shape
a few stoic days––
like pursed lips glossed,
like winter-waxed plums––
then succumb
to the first hard frost.

The pots are lost. November
has un-kilned them––
classic urns splintered
into crazed cracked shards,
divining rods pointing out
their origins––
clay to clay,
red dust to dust.

Header photograph © Asher.

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