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� a house �


2:32 p.m., 2002-05-07

with weathered faded clapboards and true divided-light windows, a shaded old-root lawn; overgroown slightly and perfectly. landscape brick walkway. moss, stubborn and delicate, oozes insistently from between each pocked brick in an almost urgent way. escaping.

a dusty garden in the late afternoon shade provides soothing light chores before a dinner provided by the little tired plot of land within these miniature pickets. weeds grow all around but not in it. defiance.

a little white cat languishes briefly in the overgrown grass before returning to its game of tag with a fluttering mayfly. the insect evades capture, but there will be others not so lucky.

the chalky windowglazing needs reputtying, the screen door slaps shut from a worn piston, the shutters peel here and there, and the chimney needs repointing.

someday, when my hands are skeletal and all knuckles i'll live in a place like this in a town like this and see things like these and remember when i was young and swore that not everything changes.


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