Static Friction
The garden is aging
like a slowly dying man
producing less
growing dry, weathered, wrinkled
crumbling away
but still, water is needed
as the growing season
creeps towards frost.
A painting project covers the past
wipes the slate clean for the future,
yet things only stay clean so long.
So much has changed since spring.
Still, my neighbor’s dog barks when
I’m sleeping.