It’s Later Than You Think
Her friend, eyes narrowed and lip curled,
but she doesn’t have to. Everyone knows
what she thinks. It would be foolish
To put more money into repairs
when it’s possible, even likely
that the person who ends up buying
this old house, built as it is on such
A shaky foundation, will want to
tear it down
and build something more sturdy,
more modern in its place, for example,
a three story clapboard, with six condos
And a dental clinic to service an aging
Time moves on, she’s quick to add,
ticking our lives away day after day.
People grow anxious, and they want
Something new, even if it is the
same old thing,
as monotonous as prairie grass.
It’s all in the name of progress,
she laughs. Progress means you look
Beyond the here and now, towards
the invisible future,
where things will be bigger and better.
It means you are never content
with the way things are, but always
Want the latest, the shiniest. And even if
proves to be illusory, you will still have
the satisfaction knowing you played the game.