Maybe I’ve been taking it too easy lately and liking it too much? Every day I pass a vacant lot with circular concrete driveway and sidewalks.
Someone’s dream home gone one September night. There’s a lovely pier–which pelicans use. What did the house look like before the hurricane?
A custom made concrete post with embedded mailbox inscribed 8951 greets passers-by. The nine is missing, but the outline can be clearly seen. Why does this haunt me?
Discarded real estate signs litter the prime waterfront property. Nobody seems to be interested. There’s been a mini building boom this year–four new houses.
Overgrown shrubbery hides memories of ghostly desperate voices from eleven years ago. The monument to storm surge destruction, at 8951, remains a mystery.