Friendly Racket

The cottage where I live is in a yard
behind a big brown-shingled Berkeley box
containing four apartments. It’s not hard
to relish quiet, rarely needing locks,
for I’m unseen, unheard, just on my guard
enough. It’s seldom anybody knocks.
But lately maintenance work in front employs
a friendly crew who can’t help making noise.

(Ottava Rima)

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