Who was my neighbor

 Who was my neighbor?

That morning while out visiting Azalea and Jasmine

Mrs Boyette quietly slipped by on her morning walk

She was the mother of Greg and Brian from whom we bought from Brian 

our home in ninety five

Often she would stop and come into the yard

and I’d show her the place where her granddaughters names are etched in the concrete

the pool where they swam and where some

trees once were

and I’d get to thinking of the other neighbors

Of what came of Mrs Thompson’s son on the corner

Of Mrs Duncan and her son now gone and her struggle to

keep going on alone

Of Paul and Lora and who moved in next to them

when the Geigers sold and moved on 

Of how the Hunters fare

And who is the current renter in the Kerns place next to them?

And if the fellow next to them, who was good friends with Mr Brannon now gone across the street

Still holds it against me I held his misdirected 

UPS shipment of a fender too long?

I must ask Barbara next door, she will know.