A House of Sighs

A House of Sighs


It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs.

Red sighs, blue sighs, yellow sighs.

All the primary sighs.

Glum trees shaded the house

and thick dust laid upon the eggshells.

Muffled reports were occasionally heard

from small rooms with closed doors,

but never was there an investigation.

Footprints grew more childlike,

then disappeared altogether.

Years later the house fell in upon itself.



Rick Mobbs 2008