Nice Neighbor Noise

I opt to walk and dislike windy storm,
so I elect to dwell without a view.
I hunker in a garden, shaded, warm,
but miss eclipse and pyrotechnics, too.
And walkable means density. It’s true:
diversity my neighborhood enjoys.
So I can spy and eavesdrop on a slew,
but also have to put up with some noise.


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