More On Screens

The place across the yard sold recently.
Protective parents purchased it to house
their kid who seeks a Cal advanced degree.
And based on what I see, these folks espouse
all paths to caution, internet-advised
and disconnected from reality,
installing tools unneeded ā€“ specialized
for suburbs and enhanced security.

Although nobody lives there yet, the scene
that greeted me this morning, through green limbs,
was every window aproned with a screen
of darksome mesh inside white vinyl trim.
I sigh. The insects here are not severe.
If I were they Iā€™d leave the windows clear.

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