Slow Falling
By Genevieve Osborne
The house slow falling makes no sound
Cows amble by without regard
Inch by year closer to the ground
You look away, pull out your working card
Cows all around eat on without regard
Through the window corncobs on the floor
You look away, play your working card
Once running feet and laughter kept the score
Through the window corncobs on the floor
Cattle find a shelter from the cold
Once running feet and laughter kept the score
When the river thins the grasses cannot hold
Cattle shoulder in to shelter from the cold
The view across the hills is to the sea
As the river thinned, the grasses could not hold
A salt wind licked the timbers edging free
The view across the hills is to the sea
Inch by year closer to the ground
A salt breeze licks the timbers tilting free
The house slow falling makes no sound