the honeymoon is over, it was disclosed sureptitiously the porch wood was rotten rotten to the core so now it has been sawed up and disposed of, gone to the wood dump where it will transition in new form, while i am here with a new view out the kitchen french doors the yard looks expansive, wet dirt leading to moss and the infinite sky that starts under my two favorite backyard trees the previously placed porch furniture is laid out helter skelter on the lawn like a vacation with no plan in sight pleasantly freeform the rabbits and squirrels don’t seem to mind this re-arrangement at all i sit here now in this transitional space doors wide open where inside is outside and dreams run rampant and wild