Property Values
The sound of earth torn--
backhoes drag claws across
a derelict lawn. The white
cottage; splinters and dust.
Foundation fills in the space
where a riot of peonies, willow,
and oak once thrived. The bones
of a new leviathan rise, threaten
the roots of old trees.
Windows surveil the homes
below. Three garage doors
clench their shiny teeth.
A battered milk-box waits
on the curb for trash day.
The spare key abandoned
on a smiley-face fob.