On the outskirts

Of a circuitry of streets,

A house kneels under the pressure

Of his family responsibility.

His crow’s feet window shutters,

A faded blue,

Once vibrant,

Now hanging by stripped screws,

Swing madly.

The leaking foundation

Steals his memories out from

Under him while

The ancient shingles

Let more in.

He’s honestly not sure where his family

Has been.