Kansas, Old Abandoned House. An ekphrastic poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Kansas, Old Abandoned House House, weathered, bashed in grays, spiders, homespun surrounding yellows and pinks on a Kansas, prairie appears lonely tonight. The human theater lives once lived here inside are gone now, buried in the back, dark trail behind that old outhouse. Old wood chipper in the shed, rustic, worn, no gas, no thunder,Continue reading “Kansas, Old Abandoned House. An ekphrastic poem by Michael Lee Johnson”