I Can Only See My Side of the Street

When the view is happily obscured

AI image generated by the author using Leonardo.ai

You’ve put up fences, and the fog has rolled in

The view from my side, where I keep everything clean, is obscured

even after I opened my curtains

I won’t take the walk across the street to see if your grass is greener now

while I’m busy keeping my side of the street tidy and free from weeds

I’m happy over here across the street

So I’ll stop looking to see what’s going on over there

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Victoria Ponte — 2025.