Naked DEMO

My neighborhood’s attractive but it’s dense.
We cluster close with separating trees.
So when I heard the noise beyond the fence
and up, where houses rear into the breeze,
I soon identified the source. From whence
the sound emitted, bare from head to knees:
A guy demolishing a sun porch wall,
who wasn’t wearing any clothes at all.

(Ottava Rima)

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