Saturday, November 26, 2005

Well, we're home. Considering that it took me thirteen years to write a poem about a tree I spotted from the highway, I can't imagine how long it'll take me to digest neighborhood after neighborhood of houses simply scraped away into rubble. I imagine it'd be a bizarre mashup of Sisyphus and Ozymandias, but how do you not end up with an overblown block of pure cheese?

In the meantime, I'm feeling extraordinarily wealthy. Not because I have a house that's standing and a roof that does it's job, or even because of our new hand-me-down reciprocating saw. Nope. I'm feeling wealthy because this week was a reminder of how much I have to give, even if it's just the gift of holding a post while somebody else pours concrete around it.

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