THE NEIGHBORHOOD

 

Wind blows a single strand of hair

Weightlessly across my face

Touching my eyes and tickling my nose

Just enough to annoy

 

The trees bounce and clap their leaves

As a golf cart speeds around the bend from sight

Voices carried by wind are delivered to ears unrecognizable

 

A hedge hides the green

From the walls of glass

Where eyes are always watching

And feet are constantly moving

 

Smiles are epidemic,

Fine tuned instruments played well

Where business is shared freely

In the neighborhood by the greens

 

Beautiful cultured nature abounds

Harmonizing with elements uncontrolled

A disparity defined by perspective

At the precise moment of personal interception

 

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