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Frosted Pale
Sarah, from next door
came by today
unannounced
whining in two languages now
expecting a rosetta stone
to translate her life into a fairy tale
neighbors, all around
a fact for pack people
how do I, a loner, oblige
a single rebuff
and instantaneous war
enemies du jour
extremist of the hurt feeling
so, I insist she sit
hoping a sullen mood
will restrain her from engaging in
chittering histrionics
trying to make a story
but....
she doesn't stay long
too antsy
too curious
or, if I dare say, a busybody
by nature, troubled
and that means
there is trouble ahead for me
I've got to learn how to build
better fences
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Comments
Bonitaj
Sat, 2011-06-18 15:53
How adroitly
You have captured the subtle nuances of the tedium, the frustrations and irritations of these so-called chance, "neighborly" encounters!
Nice write.... A poem that verges on prose, but captivates a "short story"
Regards
Boni
Bonitaj
Geezer
Sun, 2011-06-19 00:27
Well done...
I could see Sarah sitting there trying to pry into your life, looking for something to gossip about to the neighbors. I find that most people like her, are best left on the doorstep, and you wave to them when you see them, but have a stockpile of things to do when they come calling. Nice try Sarah! LOL. Good work. ~ Gee
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