On the first nice--weekend--day of the
year, all my neighbors are out
on their porches and balconies.
I forget how much I learn with just an
open window and the willingness to listen.
I hear the hoarder discuss her business travel--
two weekends each month--while above her
the new neighbors choose a cable provider.
The blond gardener eats a salad as she
reads, surrounded by her numerous
ferns and already-flowering foliage.
The circus neighbors continue
endless yard improvements--reseeding,
fresh compost, and several raised gardens,
but still plenty of room to practice flame throwing.