sitting neatly side by side,
short percisely cut trees,
standing awkwardly,
in flat open yards,
a long road that runs,
into a another,
street of houses,
walking her dog
up the hill today,at the horizon kissing it,
as it passes higher,
a tall tree,
stands proudly,
away from these houses,
and guards them,long dark branchs
lay out across the sky,
sweet bushes tucked in tightly,
holding the houses together,yards filled with toys,
showing the presence of children
rocking chairs on back decks,
desplaying the arrival of elders.
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