Stone wall standing between the next door neighbor and our home, built to the maximum height of six feet tall. The neighbor originated the idea as I remember. The new neighbor took a different turn. Neither the branches of my trees nor leaves of my plants are welcome to extend past the wall. I trimmed the orange tree to a half dome shape and make my plants behave.
Stone wall separates
Turn to lone castles
The neighbor on the other side greets me in the morning, praises the plants and flowers in my garden. This is one of the two neighbors of twenty-five years. Other homes have a great turn over. New people seem to have stone faces. I try to reach out, yet favors didn’t receive any return.
Mystery of faces
Some turns we have made
Retrieve to cautious islands
Never give, never receive
We had a neighborhood watch. A neighbor rang the doorbell when our garage door was still open at midnight. Where did the friendly neighbors go? Why have the neighborhood parties slipped away? I wonder!