Do It All Again!

empty water buckets on a porch long deserted, the old house falling down like a tree sheds its leaves. the chimney stands cold, almost roaring with silence... and there's still a marker in the back yard where we buried the dog. love yellowed sheets, and maggots in the flour. spiders march on the outhouse walls. empty mason jars that remember green beans, a hoe, and a shovel with a broken handle. ghosts walk cobwebbed halls, the old floor sags. and the sounds of two young lovers haunt the ticking of an unseen clock. damn! to go back... and do it all again!