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written by: Rando Mithlo



The drive here seemed so long
All that past had flashed
Removed from existence
The details I love fade
A lone brick in the brush
Steadied a red chimney
Seen me out gather wood
Is that looming smoke
Or a choking cloud

Through a foundation trace
A backyard tall
Rusting out like fear weakens
And ghost walls haunting me
Do you still step through that door
Open the drapes
The dark escapes
On your face sun radiates
A generation overgrown
One outbuilding left to raze

Best just look forward
Voices call, and back l fall
Demolished, stuck in my craw
Keepsake thoughts
Without a shelf
Cedar box or porcelain jar
Now to float in the ether 

Rando Mithlo

Rando Mithlo

-Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana- the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspensestories.
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