It's always the same:
Dead leaves amidst the green life.
(Some things never change).
Two crows on the wire;
Silhouetted guardians,
Stare off to the south.
Steel fence and barbed wire
Keep country club members in.
(Protect neighborhood).
Wall behind the fence
Raises so many questions,
Like what's behind that?
Solitary pine cone
Lies in the middle of the road.
Must have lost its way.
Shadows on the green;
Golf carts glide so softly,
Like silent insects.
Shadows on the wall
Dance to the tune of the leaves--
Their dark reflections.
Nonchalant princess
Sitting in her own driveway
Blinks, and that is all.
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