NEIGHBORS

You have to understand my friend

This is all from a dream

We bought a cottage north

Patchy purple with a poach

Neighbors came, took photos

Then copied, charcoal on paper

Wrote headings in two languages

Sorry that I only knew one

The images they drew moved

They danced and ran through the woods

Returned, out of breath, and

Took their place on the walls

One or two had been institutionalized

The rest pointed them out with pride

Then wrote in their native tongue

Interpreted just below in ours

Their clothes like cloaks blew in the wind

Babies, two or three, they held and swirled

The children squealed in delight

The charcoal nary moved in the dance

But in place they stayed transfixed

The collection of hand drawn animals

We hung around the dinning table

The sky above reflected the house

Sadly they announced their move south

They would return now and then if

Only some of our photos we would send

Stanski

December 29, 2023, ^