Google Earth

It looks like spring
when the Google vehicle
spied through our
neighbourhood.  The trees
and bushes are sullen
stick figures.  The
mountain ash still thrive
in the side  yard, not
victims of the ash parasite.
The car in the driveway
has yet to be destroyed
by a runaway Freightliner
truck.  My mother
has survived her
cancer surgery and is
ranting and raving against
the world’s expectations.

We were photographed
at a moment when....

Everything is different
today, the reality which
is presented no more than
a fleeting memory.  In
the scheme of things,
no more than a game
of always late
catch-up by history.