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Neighbors

Neighbors

Here’s a poem I finished recently after my neighbors moved. I never really knew them.

Neighbors

Stephen James

November 2007

We smile and nod our heads.

Occasionally we say, “Hello.”

We stop and talk over the top of picket fences.

“How are you all doing?”

“Good. How ‘bout y’all?”

Sound bites of sentences

Pieced together over months

Combining to make up a conversation.

“We really need to have you over to diner.”

“We would love to. Give us a call.”

One day a sign shows up in your yard.

The next month your are gone.

We didn’t even get to say, “Bye.”

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