red paint worn down to gray wood
decrepit boards broken, sagging
vines creep up sides, to pitch of roof
appear to hold the structure together
wrap it in a soft green blanket
shingles blown off in patches
let setting rays shine through
an orange sunburst
like the last breath of life
leaving an old man’s skeletal frame
soul’s glow resilient, ascends
follows the directional arms of steel weathervane
its silhouette forming a cross
pointing the way heavenward.
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