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.