blacktop

the big truck rolled out
about an hour ago. job done
the t shirted and tanned workers
left without a word to us few
still watching from the corner.
the smell of fresh asphalt bright in
the dry summer heat.

the sharp squared corners
of the newborn parking lot
poke holes in the memories
of an old wooden house that
saw anniversaries and births
good times and the bad.
a home now only to our hearts.