nosy neighbors


Vulture

Amber shoots;
all left over
from a rising tide
of dry summer.

Thus my shrubs
remain as
a green wall
against the brown trespass
of heat.

Lady
across the street
eyes my dying garden
above her hornrims.
She stays home all day,
watering.



Poetry by DarcyDancer
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Written on 2006-07-17 at 18:17

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Arti
Haha... I hope you neighbour with hornrims reads this...
Welcome to the bay!
2006-07-18


Christian Ward
This is a fine poem. I like your imagination, your imagery is strong and the last stanza is brill.
2006-07-17


Zachary P. B.
I love the metaphor "vulture." A very creative and briliant metaphor indeed. Loved it.
2006-07-17