At the right angle you can see clear through The hole punched by fire in the gable of the house That flared down the street a couple of years ago. An unintended window. A patch of blue sky Framed by blackened roof. On damper, grey Days I think I can smell the muddy ashes still. The wretched, both the old lady who dozed off With her cigarette and the family next door, Got out alright — but neither have returned. A demolition company’s contraption has been Parked in the driveway for what seems like An eternity. Insurance hang ups, I suppose. The ring of orange safety cones didn’t stay long, But chain link fencing still rings the garden With its sooty cooking pots full of dirty water. There, amid shingle debris and unraked leaves Discolored and matted by winter’s snowfall, A little green has begun to shoot through. Onions, I suspect, although I dream of tulips. Within a couple of days I’ll know for sure What wonders this springtime has in store. LikeLike Reply
I hope that unfortunate garden was not subsequently afflicted By a flood, and that those bulbs were able to pursue Their way towards becoming onions or tulips. LikeLike Reply
Odds and Lens 
Flowers do it so well!
Wonderful photos, Adina.
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Thank you, Ama!
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At the right angle you can see clear through
The hole punched by fire in the gable of the house
That flared down the street a couple of years ago.
An unintended window. A patch of blue sky
Framed by blackened roof. On damper, grey
Days I think I can smell the muddy ashes still.
The wretched, both the old lady who dozed off
With her cigarette and the family next door,
Got out alright — but neither have returned.
A demolition company’s contraption has been
Parked in the driveway for what seems like
An eternity. Insurance hang ups, I suppose.
The ring of orange safety cones didn’t stay long,
But chain link fencing still rings the garden
With its sooty cooking pots full of dirty water.
There, amid shingle debris and unraked leaves
Discolored and matted by winter’s snowfall,
A little green has begun to shoot through.
Onions, I suspect, although I dream of tulips.
Within a couple of days I’ll know for sure
What wonders this springtime has in store.
LikeLike
I hope that unfortunate garden was not subsequently afflicted
By a flood, and that those bulbs were able to pursue
Their way towards becoming onions or tulips.
LikeLike