it is used by vehicles large and small...
and on some days there is no traffic at all
sitting outside on my front porch,
on the other side of the paved road is a
large field belonging to the owner
who lives in a house on the hill
looking down on the rest of us...
he is never outside except to mow but
do not know if it is him or hired help,
neighbors on either side don't care
about our neighbor as they pretty much
mind their own business as well...
and when the occasion arises that we do
find ourselves talking it is usually about
meaning topics neither of us cares for,
we entertain ourselves on our back deck
when the sun is high in the sky and the
heat from the grill is more tolerable
and the flies are at a standstill...
time is of no concern here nor does it pay
attention to our endeavors - it passes by
just as quickly as it always has, leaving
very little in its wake except for age,
a paved road passes by in front of our house
and no one ever stops to say a word...
vehicles large and small pass by daily
never waving hello or goodbye...
a real estate broker once asked me
if I would sell... my response was unkind
and alone ever since I've been...
we live in the shadows of our future
and in the forgotten memories of our past,
the present never remains too long
but we grow old nonetheless... we wonder
when we have nothing else to do
if this life we had is really worth it.
16 May 2022
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