it used
to happen at
the back fence,
after the laundry was hung
to dry,
after the kids
were put
to school. when there
was a calm,
a moment when holding
a cup of
coffee, that the news
was made
clear.
the neighbor
next door would lean
forward, arms
resting on the rail,
and whisper, hey,
did you hear.
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