if it quacked like a duck

a neighbor spends hours
each day of the week
shifting through flowers
a garden she keeps

and when days turn rainy
the days dark and deep
she goes deep inside
but outside she weeps

she can’t be with gardens
in flowers she seeks
but stays in her house
where otherwise sleeps

where neighbors are neighbors
they live next of doors
then one day of life
is not like before

time so to speak
keeps changes in store
and neighbors as neighbors
are neighbors no more

the mind reassigns
keeps everything neat
and stays for the while
‘til it goes to sleep

like neighbors as neighbors
who live next of doors

and flowers in gardens
of neighbors no more.

©2016, Marvin Welborn
27 May 2016

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