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.
