Delicate deep blue petals spill onto the rain-drenched ground.
Little white clapboard house squeezed between two other little white clapboard houses, like life left to gasp at its final defeat.
Nothing ever blossomed there,
except those deep blue hydrangeas Mama grew beneath the black wrought iron banister next to the front steps leading out.
Railroad track across the dirt road, I thought of it as a potential exit strategy in the event that the inevitable occurred.
In front of our little white clapboard house, that railroad track laid itself out among tangled weeds, and escaped hydrangea petals.
Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2021
I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Previously, I self-published my novel "Bully Another Day," "Short Stories and Vignettes", and a poetry book "Spaces between the Pause" on Amazon/Kindle. Due to abysmal interest in my self-publishing venture, I have unpublished those three projects, as well as my poetry book "Life at the End of the Rainbow." However, I plan to be more aggressive in trying to find a traditional publisher for these projects.
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