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

Twice

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

Ultimately

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

Home