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Old Herndon House
Light washes over wall of house,
stumbles into a window and wavers,
bumps into the roof of a back porch,
which clutches like a gem its hollow cube of deep shadow,
creeps up a recessed vee of overcast walls
to clamber into a bright triangle
where it rests, gathers strength,
and leaps to the nearby church,
having completed its investigation of the house
and reported to the bright blue sky
which surfaces are loyal to the sun,
which nooks and crannies and bands
of tree-branch loyalists
invite further investigation.
Dean Blehert
Last Updated:
October 5, 2002
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