is going downhill,
my neighbor says to me over
the back fence.
she whispers,
it's like Ellis Island here.
Julie moved.
Sam and his wife split up.
they're in
Washington now.
they cut the big tree down
the other day.
all the curbs
are painted yellow.
there's no place to park.
without a sticker
the board will have you
towed away.
my new neighbors
are noisy.
three kids and two dogs.
they play Moroccan music
all day long,
and the pool,
the chairs are dirty
and lifeguards won't let
you bring alcohol
onto the premises.
they shot a rabid coyote
in the woods
the other day,
near the hydrant,
where we put the trash out.
it won't be long before
i'm gone.
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