failure
failure
by dwight friesen
2×4 skeleton
Only partially dressed
Weathered
Rusted nailed
Forsaken
Makes me wonder:
A castle never to be?
A dream awakened too soon?
No moving vans
No kids doing the “dance of the summer sprinkler”
No humming lawnmower
Or cookies from the new neighbors
Jungle grass
Crushed beer cans
Fermented piss
A worn-out mattress
And a Ford Escort put out to pasture
Was it poor planning? Bad timing?
Regardless
The weathering beams stand leaning just slightly to the south like a tired runner out of breath
Birds nesting in her rafters like a like bobby pins in a mop of hair
She’s the neighborhood eyesore
A testimony of failure
A short exercise for a lucky bulldozer
She’s every match’s dream
