Day 5: Winds of change

A loneliness lies in houses on the hills by the sea
With hags of the ocean pounding like antiquity’s banshees.
Creak the frame, slam the shutters, interloping through the hall
Where no one lives and no one cries out, no voices at all.
Just empty floors between the walls, a place for squalls inside
To crash and stay a moment, then recede just as the tide.
Such solitude-we’d like to think- yet winds think otherwise
Of this abandoned edifice, a place to socialize.

Day 5: Winds of change

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