i'm too old for this,
coddling
crazy people.
delusional old men
and old women,
with mansions.
trying to turn hundred
year old wood
into new wood.
they've waited too long
for a paint job.
the trim is peeling,
cracked,
the gutters sag.
mildew and rot
is everywhere.
the window sashes
have lost their glaze.
the colors have faded,
the slats on the shutter
are gone.
i pack up and leave.
driving away in the early
morning sun.
my coffee still warm.
no note, no word,
no call.
i have no magic wand.
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