they live next door but their life
there life
who are we to not know, and yet judge?–
a world away
bunting on power line
oriole feeding from sunflower
dog lying sleepy in shade
me here page and pen
scribing words from a world
far away
bubbles blown from a young child’s breath tumble across my deck
along the same wind that carries words blown from their parents’ mouths
so far
away