a nice yard, the new
elderly neighbors.
i'm jealous.
the iron table, black
and shiny,
the red
umbrella.
the long strings of Edison
lights across
the yard.
the bricked in patio
and bird house made
of wood.
the stone bird bath
full of water,
and blue birds splashing
about.
their garden is lush
with flowers
that i can smell across
my fence.
they play soft music
at night.
sometimes i see them
slow dancing
out there
and kissing one another.
whispering sweet words
of adoration.
they are enjoying their life.
who are these
people?
what's wrong with them?
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