Summer is the end of all rules where cottages have open window neighbors and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant
Next door. Voices. Curtain shadows without faces. Shirts and dresses in and out. No smiles. No eyes of contact. Front door images jingle keys; a door opens. Fallen branches. A yard of weeds. Soda cans advertise litter. Ten seasons of leaves. Spirits without names. A porch without numbers. Never are they neighbors. … More ACROSS THE LINE
Roger Singer 