Snucco

They snuck the stucco on one day last week.
I must have been away from home – I heard
no indication, saw no skilled technique.
It’s been a while since I’ve penned a word
about the houses blocking my oblique
perspective, for this is at least the third
week they and skunks have given me a rest.
With silence and sweet breathing I’ve been blessed.

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