old houses

here

our existence relies on
the land
but there is always the danger
of bad weather
but there is also the hope of
love

the end

every step i take is an old step
my chair is old
and the people who sat on it for years
have moved on
on a daily afternoon
it will be my day of surprise

2
how strange
to be punched on the face now
but the ache should be old
and it is forever