D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

There was an old farmhouse near us. It sat side on to the road on two lots, with porches front and back, an old orange tree, and at Halloween it always had a witch slamming into the back door. The chainlink fence between it and the neighboring houses was loaded down with ivy. It got sold and bulldozed. Two two-story houses are being built there out of plywood. I miss the old farmhouse.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Frost on the grass this morning. But on a street I rarely go down, I noticed one liquidambar tree still with its leaves: all burgundy, even its seed-balls tinted red.