The Radley Place
Jutted into a sharp curve beyond our house
Walking south, faced the porch
Sidewalk turned, ran beside the lot.
House was low, white with a deep porch and green shutters
House was darkened to the color of slate-gray
Matched the around it
Rain rotted shingles, drooped over
Oak trees kept the sun away, remains of a picket drunkenly guarded the yard
Never swept, Johnson grass and rabbit tobacco grew in abundance
The Radley Place jutted into a sharp curve beyond our house. Walking south one
faced it’s porch, the sidewalk turned and ran beside the lot. The house was low,
was once white with a deep front porch and green shutters, but had long ago been
darkened to the color of the slate-gray yard around it. Rain rotted shingles
drooped over the eaves of the veranda, oak trees kept the sun away. The remains
of a picket drunkenly swept-where Johnson grass and rabbit tobacco grew in
abundance.