2007/rainy

Cars pass on the rainy street.
A rarity at the old house,
where maybe two or three cars
would pass during the day.
I like knowing the world
is out there,
so long as it doesn’t intrude.
At the old house it intruded,
in the form of loud neighbors
standing in the street to talk.
A natural amphitheater,
you always said.
But they were just loud.

12/19/07