one blue wood frame in particular I always note in my slow meander. it is their Esperanza I wish to see, each time i ease east or west. yesterday late afternoon I idled past hunting for the hazy hints of green leaf buds; and what of today? yet? i still don't know for I was taken aback with not even a glance at the brown stems because of the still smolder remnant blue walls of the now old gutted home.never a soul I did see there until today. it stirred a deep sadness.
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