Things lead lives like people do,
and they prosper, like people
on the strength of their character.
--Thatcher Freumd, Objects of Desire
On the porch of the Rudolph farm.
The place where my grandparents courted.
Shucking corn on summer afternoons.
Stories told, stories to tell.
| memory | decay |
| nostalgia | loss |
| use | use |
| theirs | mine |