Wednesday, August 08, 2012

nature slips in

At home
At night
I can hear crickets outside
Crickets are everywhere this time of year but
They are loudest
A few doors down
Where there was once a house and
Where there was once and
Within the span of two days
A fire
Followed by a year or two of neglect
Alternating with attempts at renewal
With a dumpster and a jackhammer and
Surrender and
A bulldozer but
Even all of that
Was not enough
Without neglect
To allow for the little glimpse of the countryside
I get every night as
I step into my finishing kick
On my way

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