When they stretch and pound earth flying beneath them. Lungs pumping breath like bellows, hooves rising and falling. All the oceans but puddles to their running. All the winds but breeze. By the shed an empty garden.
Cardboard boxes line the garage.
New car long gone to rust. Sunday clothes, yard-long fish. Two dogs, three cats, one senior prom. Curtain rods in bedrooms await the drapes of strangers. Mothballs rattle an empty drawer where condoms hid beneath socks.