Rotting in the wet gray air
the railroad depot stands deserted under
still green trees. In the fields
cold begins an end.
There were other too-long-postponed departures.
They left, finally, because of well water
gone rank, the smell of fungus, the chill
of rain in chimneys.
The spot is abandoned even in memory.
They knew, locking doors upon empty houses,
to leave without regret is to lose
title to one home forever.
(Mary Barnard)
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