Joellen Craft
Once though long
abandoned the house
in the house remained
possible
—now the sides are black
now the front porch
opens to hall now the cored roof
and eaves lurch toward clay the same red
clay as always
red skin of the earth
above which these slow
changed features
—here's where you would appear
so I would appear
to allow it
the poem
after all a structure
like any other
changed too little
between each pass
to be recognized
as wholly uninhabitable
by anyone