I felt the great weight of my feet as I walked. I was lumbering, uncertain of every step. I counted them as I went for some reason. I began to recall something about the trees being poisoned. The cankers on the trees like great belly buttons.
I forgot the rest. Something in the cankers mattered.
I stood inside a doorway whose metal door hung on one hinge. The door hung into the yard like a great sail the wind toggled open and closed with a prolonged shriek and a cold silence. Toggling like a light switch open and closed as it squeaked on its twisted support.
I stood beneath the overhang and listened for all I was worth to hear the silence beneath it all.
No voice called to me there and I moved on.