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townhouses
there’s a country music DJ
who never expected
to be here this long
he wishes he had a house
so he could spread out
a young couple:
he studies rocks
she teaches Irish dance
to mostly willing children
next door to me, a painter
exposing her watercolor heart
and a guitarist who,
with a little whiskey and a cold,
can sound just like Tom Waits
up the little gravel driveway
in an almost-tower
on the third floor
another artist is making
herky-jerky videos of a dancer
next to her is a guy
whom none of us has met
but we’ve seen the boxes
piled inside his door
the architect who
built this little village
is still here, wearing overalls
making small adjustments
so is his wife, the life
of our continuous party
always ready with
a smile and a hug
and then there’s me
writing in my notebook
listening to my new birds sing
enjoying the last rays
of the afternoon sun
3 February 2013
Auburn, AL
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