My neighbors
My neighbors
raise their voices to each other
at their front door
on a Saturday morning.
She shuts him out.
Let me in, he says.
Lana. Lana. Lana.
He calls her name
gently, patiently
with a trace of humor
and a deep seated
carefully masked
trace of Fear.
It isn’t long
before she opens the door.
He goes inside
acting
very
calm.
As if the most precious thing he had was
not
hinged upon his graciously handling
the delicate situation.
Fresh Hell 
I like that…
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^_^
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Nicely captured. Not everyone is so gracious….
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Yeah, he really did his best. Poor guy… Maybe poor both of them!
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Sounds like people I know. Hmm. Could visualize this quite clearly!
Mona
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Me too, seeing as how it happened right before my eyes 😉… Well not right before. I had to peek out my window rubbernecker style…
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Oh man. 😀
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Hey, sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do! Rubbernecking is perfectly legitimate coming out of one’s home window!
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Rubbernecking is amply justified when it results in great poetry.
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Haha, thank you. I’ll try to do it more!
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🙂
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