poem | neighbor
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

A beacon of love
right next door,
Weekends in august — hail mary’s galore;
A bear hug here and then a reminder of what is
Finite life and how beautiful it is.
Laughs shared with compassion in the eyes;
Tireless snow moving
through the cold winter nights.
A deep gratitude for the neighbor
that makes us stay.
A serendipitous arrangement of families
around the block
Saying love you to a man of divinity —
Blessings risings.
