still chewing on this poem...but I like it

Don’t come here today
The crooked pathway may give you a sprain
Leeches play with the mud
They might cling to your eager feet

Don’t come here today
The rusty latch shies from touch
Weeds dance a lonely waltz
They might call insects to trouble you

Don’t come here today
The cobwebs still shiver in the dark
White sheets still cover the dead wood memories
Soft rays still stream from unplugged holes

Don’t come here today
I haven’t cleaned the forgotten past


August 6, 2006