First Snow Oct 29

Uncle Frank's Ceiling is Another Man's Floor

The floor

that was a deck

is now a

HOLE

It's like getting to explore

an old attic;

jackhammering and prying through the structure

that my Grandpa and Uncles

and who knows else built

(really, who knows?!).

And, the bricks and the wood

that made this house

were salvage.

Where've they been?

Who was the last one to touch,

to lay to rest? I wonder

as daylight strikes

for the first time

since my childhood.