Wednesday, November 8, 2017

     Neighborhood

My neighbor’s front door groans
open, then 

their screen door clangs 
shut

while a birdcall, an airplane
landing, and the wooden

mobile out the kitchen window 
form a musical mélange.

Voices of children
soft, below me
in the alley, 

far from forlorn,

sing everything
Autumn.

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