green carpet on the ground
the sun peeks out
then ducks away.
A magnificent red barn
home to birds
falls
A crash, a crumble, a creek
wood flies in all directions
it's down.
A home, a structure, a building
no more
Tall and magnificcent
Crumbled and broken
gone
* Also published in America at the Millenium
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