Cubed separations marking out the street before tidy clapboard houses.
A patient mailbox at each entry, prepped for the letter carrier.
A red and yellow pedal-toy
Stray rakes and trowels
Potted marigolds waiting to be fed.
I gaze out a spacious picture window,
reassured by the lawns’ rectitude
A generous noon allows their densely limed expanses to smile.
The tacit collusion dictates
that they will not speak of what may lie behind the facades.
Framed hard-won diplomas
Bitter disputes afflicting over-extended couples
Proud hand-shaped woodworking
Felicitous antique figurines
Defenseless adolescents who wrestle with the world’s abuse in darkened basements.
A uniform turf before each residence reminds us we’re together anyway.
We pace our lives by recognizing our unanimity among differences.
In Autumn we tip our hats in farewell to topiary magnificence.
Winter lays to bed the distinctions between plots for four months of rest.
And Spring bustles to prepare the lawns for a new year of overseeing
a propriety of gentle co-existence.
This poem was published in issue 5 of Poetry Leaves, 2020.
January 9, 2018