my friend and i
would always peek
out the window
at any occurance
the hispanic couple
next door
wailing at each other
as their music blared
something about
hearts and
fajitas
the older man
across the way
who waved
at every car
but screamed
at the sky
whenever he was
too full of falstaff
the kids
around the corner
who punched each other
on the shoulder
but then linked arms
whenever the local bully
walked by
my friend
would never say
anything
but his eyes
would drink in
everything
leaving me
to fill in the blanks
with love and care
and adjectives
your local mad libs
wouldn't allow
(how)
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