Farm House

There is an old house on a corner in town,
shake walls, deep porch,
dead blue pick-up
slowly oxidizing in the yard.
Spruce have all gone dark,
like the house.
Lentil plant across
the street has galvanized steel
walls of silos.
Little metal shack
on top has windows for eyes.
Duct tentacles spread out
to the elevators.  Mushroom vents
are sundials; the sun moves
No sound from the house;
a red warning sign is nailed to the door.
The plant grumbles.
It is hungry.

             published in Trestle Creek Review, no. 17, 2000.