Imagination;Untended

Across barnestown road
We wandered for year and a half
With dogs, wondering possibilities
Then, for sale sign is gone, hammering
sounds from foot of mountain
And fantasy land is gone
Still;Marbles as place other
Disappears
Still;Marbles as idea
Returns to source unknown
Fades to something
Faintly recalled
Another world space
Uninhabited
But by
Imagination;
Untended