My mother never liked the tawdry light post that stands in the middle of our front yard. Its awkward and uneven posture tilts even with the slightest bit of breeze that swarms around it. Its dusty-grey plastic has chipped away from the years and years of abuse it’s endured from front yard soccer goal misses and the family lawn mower. I rarely give this light post a second thought, other than it shines dimly as it draws in winged insects…...
