Unique Sacrificed to Redundancy

I am a tiny house that stands

divided between past and future.

Progress is chewing its way

along memory lane devouring my history

in its hinged jaws.

Moving forward is the city’s claim.

But is that legitimate when

it constructs redundancy

along treed avenues lined with unique?

Traffic hums its disdain for me in wheels

that only wish to leave my yesterdays behind

in their pursuit of contemporary.

Goodbye will come too soon

as I await the death sentence

to reach my door with

its single printed word,

CONDEMNED.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

Prompt 6 ~ Personification @ mindlovemisery