One Old House

One Old House

One old house
    on 
       the side
of a road we
  travelled,
    sits waiting
for someone
  to come home.

To close the 
    door. To fix
the
  falling
porch.

As we 
   approached,
a ground squirrel
          ran up 
on 
    the far side
of
the roof.

  Silently.