Old Prairie House Between Tulsa and Bartlesville on US 75

I Back in time car in yard shutters at windows paint on gray boards old man, old woman their children gone then man and woman younger with young children west wing not yet built on house one wagon, horse arrive untended land back too far young man, woman with eyes like bright baubles holding space one shutter closes on another. II Grizzled, unpossessed on the ledge of plains factional roof meager walls written upon like points of long prairie grass the house stares across the highway as though remembering a fir tree carried on horseback through blinding snow. III Survival of facade when content does not endure one part has nothing to do with the others all is hollow ramshackled but house still stands on prairie customs still leap on points of delicate prairie grass where the bright bauble of the eye blinked once too often.