hard times

yesterday afternoon as i zipped through a quiet residential neighborhood in the heart of town, whistling the morning-edition-jingle & cajoling-the-beckons of my three year old nephew to 'wait' for his chocolate-with-rainbow-sprinkles donut,  i was struck with overwhelming, defeatist-sadness. physically, i felt my heart plunge, deep into its center, or more likely, down to my knees & then past my toes. there in the midst of bicycle-strewn-driveways, freshly bloomed cosmos, family-dogs, and foxglove's droopy-blush-pink-bells, was a disturbingly unwelcome, steely-red container. it would seem only the devil's handiwork could possibly expend the energy to disperse the silky-woven-web of a family's whole life into the scattering of remnants, piled higher than the rigid, rectangular walls could muster strength to accommodate. FORECLOSURE, signed, sealed & permanently delivered.