Selling the Yellow House

Stampede the ceramic horseman on the uncut lawn the full sunlit rooms emptied of furniture wooden walls and floors, stained-glass windows all of life's amenities including a jacuzzi there are mushrooms and spaghetti squash in the garden roosters in the basement with its shattered window a tray full of silver tea things on my Grandmother's coffee table, it does not belong here nymore, shadows run across floors like spiral ghosts -- in California seagulls will land on our new roof.