This is a picture I did not take

of a U.S. Marshall in a crisp uniform and broad-brimmed hat, standing in front of a freshly foreclosed house in the rain, the front lawn overflowing with everything that was once inside, as trucks that had been circling the block begin to back-up and pull-in from all directions and people start laying their hands on what they claim, elbowing others who are slowly sifting through coffee mugs and magazines, and there, between a couch and a yellow bean bag, a vintage, stand-up, Arcade-style Ms. Pac Man begins to slowly take-in rain and give up its ghosts, right there on a foreclosed front lawn in February.