the neighbor
with a broom, she's sweeping
away
leaves,
before
the open house begins.
there's a for
sale
sign in her yard.
the freshly painted door
will be open soon.
they've
lived next door for ten years.
i don't know
their names,
they don't know mine.
sometimes i might
here a dog
bark or a baby cry.
she says hello as she sweeps
the leaves
away from her porch,
preparing
for visitors to arrive.
it's getting cold
out, she says.
yup, i say back.
i guess winter has arrived.
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