I
door swung wide open
they hadn't been gone for long
all things still in place
II
door fastened closed
paint worn thin by wind and rain
did a curtain move
III
springtime came and I left
I can walk past the cabin
only in my dreams
IIII
the garden is the lawn
the clapboards grey, curtains still
stone path slick with rain
V
loose gate hangs open
sweet scent of bees and flowers
new key in my hand
