Across the street a little girl is playing ball with
(what I assume to be) her brother.
He doesn’t seem too thrilled with having to be her
playmate; he’s throwing the ball far
above her head, making it impossible
for her to catch it.
Across the street a dog is doing his “thing”,
much to the annoyance of the neighbors sitting
on a nearby stoop.
Across the street a new baby boy is being brought home
for the first time, surrounded by his loving
mom and dad; wrapped snuggly in his
soft blue blanket. (That’s how I deduced
that it is a boy baby.)
Across the street a man is clipping the hedges while
his wife is gingerly sprinkling water
on the roses and assorted flowers in
the garden.
All activities are being observed, unbeknownst
to those mentioned, through the slits
in my Venetian blinds; not in a spying
manner, but rather in a curious manner.
I just wanted to silently get to know my neighbors,
and see if things are really more interesting
across the street than on my side of the tracks.
They’re not…