the perfect yard next door

my young neighbor

to the right, facing my house.

tells

me that i have an interesting yard.

i laugh.

she laughs

and shakes her head.

her yard,

with her young boyfriend

and young dog

is perfect.

a square of green grass,

a path of red bricks.

new chairs,

a fire pit,

strings of edison

lights for when they have

a party.

off which i'm yet to get an invite.

i tell her that God is my gardener,

and i'm

curious as to what

he grows next.