Friday, August 2, 2019

Out Back

And here we are again,  a few blocks south.  From the living room window, trees of heaven, tangled vines, a line heavy with laundry.  The backs of the buildings have none of those front-of-the-house airs.  Who the hell cares? They dress down, show their age; patches of asphalt shingles crumble, showing the clapboards lying underneath.  A canopy covers almost all a yard and brings the inside out for the season.  It's August.  Everything relaxes.  Enjoy it while you can.

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