next door has retired.
i see
he's dyed his hair.
he's getting a tan.
he's
jogging.
he's doing jumping
jacks
in the courtyard.
he's in his garden,
he's raking
leaves.
he's power washing
the porch.
he's playing
music
and now he has a dog.
there's a red
sports car
where his truck used
to be.
the top is down.
i see women
coming to visit him.
bringing
him trays of food
and flowers.
they don't stay long.
they visit,
then they leave.
he's joining meetups
for hiking,
for cooking,
for bird watching.
i've never seen a man
once grumpy,
so happy
and free.
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