2 houses over

past jealous backyards

brilliant sun bathes their backdoor.

Dalmatian gallops and rolls, cuts like a quarter horse

lathers its spots with sun.

 

Morning sun shirks neighbor in between

til all the leaves left on his boughs

decide to tumble.

 

I’m denied the sun by too close neighbor to my right

-- who diligently pries acorns fallen

deep between sharp blades of grass.

 

When morning’s cooled,

I’ll walk around her house to see

what sun she gets;

and risk surprise to see

her scrubbing liquid sun

across her spots.

 

©Timothy Wright

11/24/2014