In the neighbor’s yard, needles from
a spruce prick the sky
not taller than the pink and white house
it stands behind.
A large shady maple selfishly spreads
A white viburnum shelters a Spirea
that cannot feel the warmth.
the weepy cypress keeps pace with the spruce
Is it difficult to survive separated from others?
My neighbor appears on her deck
she doesn’t think we can see her
but the artificial blue robe
disturbs the natural colors surrounding her
she stares at the sprightly spruce
then turns away to give her attention
to her husband in his yellow and white work tee
drinking steaming mugs of coffee
but the decades old spruce is set apart
quiet, alone, dressed up, waiting.
Margaret R. Sáraco