So Im sitting

So Im sitting on my back porch watching a crew of garbage guys organize a huge pile of rubble. An entire collection of the Stuff that used to inhabit the entire house behind it. There is everything from the furniture to records and old books. All day up until now and all of yesterday, people have been parking near by and scavenging through this pile of forgotten saved posessions. Things that as a pile have none of the meaning that they did when they were each in their respective spaces. I have lived in my house on this little street for over seventeen years and in none of this time, have i ever gone over to that house. Not to say hello, not to know their names or who they are. And now they are gone. Maybe they died with unpaid bills and their life got evicted and dumped on the street. That house had been there way longer than mine. I wonder if they look at my house like the invasive cheaper popup that i see the house next door to me as. The one that cut down all our trees and chopped away all our flowers and vines to make a house, larger than necesary, a whole lot less classy and dry of character. My house appeared and made their litte yellow house cower in its shadow. To a degree that if trying to bring up the memory of my sight line from my house, the color of that house would only faintly be present. Its qualities hidden behind the girth of a permanent new shadow in the way of its sunshine. Its a little sad.