a yard. the condo, parking place, all
he can control right here
and if you cross the line you'll hear
about it, mister, don't you think you
won't. He needs to get a little, see,
but he's run those possibilities
off too. No common sense
or sense of neighborliness,
got to be according to the letter
of the HOA. He'd better
horde his victory today.
Tomorrow he'll be older, gray
cold edges of his universe can't
keep from closing in, imploding into vacant
parking spot. One day his condo will be
empty, people in the HOA without the
slightest word of praise
or curse for man they
never really knew.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
You've seen the t-shirt, perhaps, that says "Be Careful of You'll End Up in My Novel"???
No comments:
Post a Comment