She follows the inspector like a mid-day shadow. He scratches on his notepad, silently walking the perimeter of the weather-beaten house. It leans more towards the river now. She sighs with a heavy heart, not realizing how time and weather has bent the ancestral abode.

weighed memories
 sagging shoulders slope
weathered house bows

by the bank
feeder swings on rusted wire
lives perch

© Tournesol ’15

Written for Carp Diem “Weatherbeaten” meme