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A Shakey Old Barn

A shaky old barn



Swinging from a rope in the hayloft
Nearly braking their necks
every time

Pulled down for safety's sake
The House



One of those tumbledown places


With hound dogs lazing around the front door
Yellow-pine floors

Soaked


with Coral Hadley's tears

The milkweed was shining,

Illuminated by bands of sunlight

If you looked at it the right way


Everything blurred

into one


bright and gleaming


horizon.

Made her throw all good sense away





He'd said of the farm





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