the condo board

you see
the condo board outside
your window.
the brown shirts and hats.
boots.
one member,
holding a clipboard
stares at your house.
writing things down.
they approach
a trash bag set upon
your porch,
hours too early.
another points
at the shrubbery,
the front door
with a new unauthorized lock,
a shutter
which hangs loosely
from a hinge.
they confer in whispers
as you watch, shake
their heads,
assess
your property
then move on to the next.
in a week
you'll get your list,
the warning attached,
the fee, the fine,
the penalty
for not obeying.