Poetry / 2. The House Across the Street

2. The house across the street

looks older than any house on the block.

The palm tree must have been over 50ft high when he cut it down.

I don't remember if his mom moved out or died.

Last year a lover moved in and things changed.

He put in a new front landscape.

I could see candles lit inside.

Ambiance, and laughter.He left the windows upstaris open on hot summer

nights, and I could see their shadows on the ceiling making love.

Last Spring, the electric box caught on fire. Firetrucks came.

I met him standing outside iwth his lover. Both young, nice guys.

He said he was updating the electrical.

I guess he didn't know what he was doing.

They would go out Friday nights- sometimes all night.

Last week the lover moved out. A Ryder truck parked in front

as he put stuff in the back.

Somebody else sat in the front seat with him. When the truck pulled away, he

called after it.

 Last night, when I pulled the garbage to the curb I saw him look out his

bedroom window . He popped up and then just stared down at me. I wanted to

wave, but thought it would be inappropriate. He probably thought it was his

lover coming back.

I felt sorry for him. The way he just stood there bare chested. and alone.

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