I bought the cottage 15 years ago.
Its genesis in 1944
was guest room in the yard, where it won’t show,
behind a single-family shingled house.
A college town, the place would undergo
progression into flats to rent, then buy.
An H.O.A. of 5 at last, I know
I’m lucky to have separate walls and door.
The front house often fails. It’s not my woe.