I saw oblivion once
on the side of the road,
a shabby clapboard house
listing in the sun, its paint peeling
like flakes of dead skin.
The yard was full of junk and debris,
but clearly someone was living inside.
Tee shirts flapped madly out on a line
like flags of surrender
waving in the breeze.
I considered this as I drove on.
Where and when does salvation end?
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