Grass knee high around the house
and the paint is coming off
a snake slithers after a mouse
on the porch I hear a cough
An old man sits there
rocking forth and back
one arm missing from his chair
next to him, magazines stacked
His eyes are dark and sunken
he is as skinny as a rail
at first I thought him drunken
but his words, clear as a bell
Sonny what you doing here?
as he spied the Wendy’s sack
haven’t seen anyone in a year
wasn’t sure they was coming back
I sat down and swatted flies
and took a drink of tea
I offered him my fries
and he ate them with glee
I told him I was cruising land
to build a new highway
I asked him who he was
ignored is what he say
By the kids and the state
no one comes around
alone since the death of his mate
the birds his only sound
I walked to the truck to get a beer
when I turned around
there was no one near
no house and no man, just an earthen mound
The mouse ran by as my mouth hung
the snake still close behind
a lonely bird song sung
I wonder if I lost my mind
The red clay mound
covered with straw of pine
Jameson Pounds
written on a fallen sign
No Idea where this story came from, just looked down and it was on the screen.