Sunday, December 15, 2013



After weather
and the eyes of generations
the white house
reveals its rotting boards,
still withstanding
the winter winds
that pulled the cotton flowers
from their knotted fingers.
Once dressed in unbroken white
she has protected
her family
from the typeset headlines
and dying soil,
but now struggles
in pastel yellow,
blending into the horizon
of grass and grain.
We want to bring renewal,
but only the owner
can paint you.

-Robert L. Jackson III

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