wrangled and wrinkled.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

My Indiana

Here there are barns full of junk.
Ever notice how the rain starts and they rot from the ground up?

Crooked doors and the windows show a shady clutter.
Full from brim to brawn with saws that've sawn.

Mini whispers about this and that...with the corn that was long ago replaced for progression.
Be it cheaper or be it prosper, they'll never know...any better.

3 comments:

Amanda said...

welcome back to earth

jeff said...

What's that mean?

Amanda said...

you have not posted in a long time